A Turn of the Tables

"Your Majesty... you truly are Your Majesty!"

"How could you have changed so much?"

Tristan looked at Leon before him, whose appearance overlapped with the image in his memories.

A familiar feeling washed over him.

He then looked at Mordred. Seeing the stunned expression on her face, which did not seem feigned, Tristan was able to confirm that the person before him was indeed the emperor of them all.

But...

What was with this striking difference?

The calm and wise-looking man before him possessed a completely different aura from the tyrannical and ruthless Majesty Tristan remembered.