"Forgive me, Your Majesty, Emperor," Blanche Malvolia stated sorrowfully, wringing her pale fingers. She felt deeply guilty for the incident at the dining table earlier. "I shouldn't have demanded and forced you to act according to my wishes."
Ares remained focused on the reports about state affairs that Arthur had just brought in, particularly the ones from Zenix and Shades regarding Eastborne. He read through them meticulously.
"I can fathom if you hate me. But please that I've lost part of my memories and am still struggling to comprehend life in the Netherworld." Blanche continued apologizing, her expression pitiful and her voice cracked like glass. There was raw sorrow in her tone.
Ares stayed focused on the parchment in his hands:
We detected a massive spread of black magic in Eastborne's atmosphere, as well as in the central city of Dalerian. Her Majesty the Empress' suspicions were indeed correct.
