Sewock VII, 19 years old this year.
This is his fifth year as the Emperor of Sewock.
Five years ago, when he became the seventh Emperor of Sewock, he was only 14 years old.
At that time, he was naïve and ignorant.
And now?
He still has a face full of youth.
Even wearing a somber and old-fashioned dark suit, he couldn't hide the disadvantage of his age.
Sewock VII was well aware of this.
So, he kept a stern face.
Trying to compensate for this disadvantage with his demeanor.
Especially when seeing his uncle, Sewock VII's expression was completely frozen.
"Good evening, Uncle."
Sewock VII said coldly.
"Good evening, little Sewock."
Prince Ruitai greeted with a smile.
With that smile, despite being clad in a military uniform and exuding a strong, iron-blooded aura, he appeared a bit more amiable, but the sharpness in his eyes was not diminished in the slightest, instead becoming even more piercing.
Like a sword that has been unsheathed.
