"Revival?"
On the other end of the phone, the Female Chancellor's voice trembled, evidently frightened quite badly by this crazy remark.
"Lord Ito, you are already one hundred and three years old this year!"
"With that kind of long-distance travel, how can your body possibly endure it?"
"Just in case something goes wrong on the road, how am I supposed to explain it to the citizens?"
"Body?"
Ito Yūgorō let out a sneer, a sound that pierced the air extremely harshly like a rusted saw cutting through deadwood.
He casually grabbed a thick document from the table and heavily slammed it onto the mahogany desk.
Snap!
The documents scattered, and a few shocking diagnostic reports slid out.
Although the Female Chancellor could not see, Ito Yūgorō still pointed at those papers, his tone carrying a morbid excitement.
"To tell you the truth, my personal doctor just issued a 'death notice' yesterday!"
"Advanced lung cancer, advanced liver cancer, bone cancer metastasis... Oh, right, and those damn syphilis, gonorrhea, and even AIDS!"
As Ito Yūgorō spoke, he tore at his collar, exposing large areas of dark red, ulcerated patches on his emaciated chest.
Those were the disgusting marks left by excessive indulgence.
"This body has rotted away long ago!"
"The doctor said I can live for three months at most! Three months from now, I will turn into a puddle of foul-smelling rotting meat on a hospital bed!"
The other end of the phone fell into a deathly silence.
The Female Chancellor's hand holding the receiver trembled violently, and she almost failed to hold it steady.
She remembered that just last week, she had visited this "Empire Legend" at the manor, and to show closeness, she had even...
Ugh...
A strong wave of nausea instantly surged up her throat, and she almost