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Walter frowned and was about to speak, but Renault patted him on the shoulder to stop him: "What's wrong?"

Renault looked up. Hayredin crossed his arms and looked down at Renault: "Would you like to come to my place?"

"Rejected." Renault replied without hesitation, and Hayredin was stunned for a moment.

"If you want to win over me, you must first change your mind. No one will follow a boss who is dismissive of his subordinates."

"Are you laughing at the Empire? Do you think it's outdated too?"

"We are not discussing this. Before talking about the times, I am saying that you need to have quality as a boss."

"What's the meaning?"

Renault sighed: "If you don't understand it yourself, you can ask the superiors for advice. At least, I think I can cooperate with him." After speaking, Renault patted Walter on the shoulder.

Hayredin looked at Walter and was silent for a while, but soon he spoke again: "Can you teach me something later?"

Walter nodded in surprise: "Of course."

Renault smiled and said: "Let's go, let's move on." And pushed Walter's back.

Farther on, Brabham waited on a porch.

"Oh, I knew you would come, Renault." He said, looking at Renault from top to bottom: "That's true."

Walter also nodded: "Really well prepared."

Renault tilted his head in confusion.

"Have dinner with His Majesty. At least wear formal attire." Braham said, and Reno chuckled. "Stop it. This is my formal attire." He said, grabbing his gray robe.

Braham said unconvinced, "Forget it." Walter said.

"Your Majesty also said just now that this is not a formal banquet."

"but..."

"Renault is now a distinguished guest of the Empire. And His Majesty wishes to be treated reciprocally."

Braham was silent for a while, but seemed to give up and sighed: "I understand. Anyway, we may not be able to make Renault change his mind."

Renault grinned, "You guys really understand me."

Braham grabbed the doorknob: "Listen, Renault. Don't make any trouble."

"I'm not here to argue. Don't worry."

Braham wanted to say something more, but looked at the bored expression on Renault's face and closed his mouth again. Then he knocked hard on the door.

"Your Majesty! I'm here with Renault!" After Braham said, the voice of "come in" came from inside.

Brabham opened the door. The interior is luxuriously decorated, with paintings and ceramics covering the walls. There is a long antique-style table in the center, and the emperor is sitting behind the throne wearing armor.

Reno, led by Brabham and Walter, walked to the table. He stopped and stared directly at the emperor.

"Do you find it inconvenient to eat?"

The emperor's first words made Braham and Walter look back in surprise.

The emperor looked a little melancholy and replied: "It's actually quite inconvenient."

They looked at the emperor again in surprise.

Renault smiled: "There is no need to hide it from me."

"Well, it's a matter of dignity. Please forgive me."

Renault raised his eyebrows slightly.

Walter coughed, "Your Majesty, you are joking too much."

Then he turned to Renault and pulled out the chair opposite for the emperor: "Come on, Renault. Please sit down." With that, Renault was silent.

Walter and Brabham looked at each other and stared at Renault, dumbfounded. When they were about to ask Renault what happened, Renault walked towards the emperor with small steps.

Renault walked towards the emperor and pulled out the chair on the left closest to the emperor.

"It's inconvenient to talk at a distance." The emperor looked at Renault who was sitting down silently.

Brabham and Walter hurried to Renault. But Renault gently raised his right palm upward, as if aware of their intentions.

"Hey, the point of eating is to sit around together. Sit down too." He said, pointing to the seat opposite him, to the emperor's right.

"B-Idiot! We are just His Majesty's entourage! We cannot have lunch with His Majesty——"

The emperor suddenly raised his left hand, and Walter stopped talking.

"That makes sense," the emperor said. "Today is a day for indulging in etiquette. Sit down too."

Their lips trembled.

"But, your Majesty, such rudeness is intolerable to us. Whether considering the future or starting from now, this situation must change. Doesn't it, Walter?"

Walter was asked, silent and looking troubled. However, he finally made his decision after some careful consideration.

So he said, "Yes. I'm very sorry," and sat down on the chair next to the emperor. Braham was surprised, but followed suit and sat next to Walter.

The emperor nodded and turned his gaze to Walter. Understanding the emperor's intention, Walter said: "So", but Renault interrupted him: "Wait a minute, okay?"

"What's wrong?" Walter asked.

"I have a question."

Walter and Braham frowned at the next words.

"Do you know 'Phantom'?"

"That's a world-class criminal, right? A powerful, elusive magician who specializes in magic, that's all we know." Walter answered, but Raynor turned to the Emperor and stared at him.

The emperor's sight and strength sounded at the same time, but he replied: "I don't know."

Raynor saw through his own abilities that this was a lie.

what can we do about it? After hesitating for a moment, when he spoke, the emperor interrupted: "After you have finished your meal, come to my room."

Renault frowned. Walter and they also showed surprised expressions.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. This -" Walter, who stood up, was stopped by the emperor raising his hand.

"It's just a conversation between two people. It may involve some complicated topics. Braham, prepare the isolation talisman in my room."

To his unequivocal words, Brabham could only reply: "Yes, yes. Yes."

Walter, who sat back after standing up, looked at Renault with confusion.

The boy who originally believed it had no doubts.

However, leaving a trace of uneasiness is inevitable.

The food and drinks are extravagant. If you live an ordinary life, you will never see a wide variety of ingredients in your life. The average person would surely rejoice in the enjoyment of this night.

However, it was an excruciating time for Renault. As soon as he puts food into his mouth, his stomach refuses to accept it. But because he was used to it, he continued to eat with an indifferent expression.

The other three people seemed not to notice anything unusual about Renault. Incidentally, the emperor took off his helmet after the food was delivered. Renault tried his best to suppress the urge to complain about this unnecessary move, which was natural.