Although the emperor's words were logical and well-founded, doubt still flickered in the Soul Grand Archmage's eyes.
Though he did not speak again, the questions in his heart had not faded.
After all, everyone had witnessed Ang's attempt to kill the emperor, and Gutaaf's death was already a settled fact.
No matter how the emperor explained himself, the cloud of suspicion could not be dispelled.
"Enough." Another Epic Warrior spoke in a deep voice, breaking the stalemate.
"Gutaaf's passing was not what any of us wanted. There is no point in pursuing this further. The situation is already what it is; more words will only deepen the rift between us."
The two Grand Archmages fell silent for a moment. In the end, they exchanged glances and slowly nodded.
They put away Gutaaf's corpse and turned to leave with grave expressions.
Before leaving, one of them looked back at the emperor, his gaze complicated, as though he had countless things to say. In the end, however, it all became a sigh.
Before departing, the Epic Warrior walked over to Emperor Alfred VII and heavily patted his shoulder.
The force was not great, yet it carried a profound weight—both comfort and warning.
The emperor merely watched their departing figures, his eyes dark.
A moment later, his figure flashed, and he vanished from the spot.
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Manchester Family Hall.
The moment Ang and Katie landed, before they could steady themselves, Ang suddenly shuddered. He violently spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bloody mist stained the ground red.
An intense wave of weakness instantly swept through his body, and his aura rapidly withered.
"Ang!" Katie's heart tightened. Just as she reached out, Ang raised a hand to stop her.
His gaze sharpened, and he abruptly tapped the pool of blood with his