At the same time,
while Cappelen was visiting the Bigusler Family, within the Emperor's bedchamber, an audience was also taking place.
"Ah! Ah ah...!"
The Emperor's mad cries echoed incessantly in the stillness, creating a somewhat stirring atmosphere that permeated the quiet bedchamber hall.
One after another, noble officials and dignitaries knelt on the floor, heads bowed, their expressions filled with reverence.
However, they were not prostrating themselves before the ranting, raving Emperor but before the woman who was slowly walking towards them from the direction of the great doors.
The woman, still clad in white, barefoot, without makeup, exuded an eerie quality that firmly drew the attention of everyone present.
In the eyes of the onlookers, admiration, fear, fervor, and respect were all evident, making the woman the most conspicuous star there.
Before everyone, the woman approached the Emperor, who was on the ground, ranting senselessly.
"How pitiful, Your Majesty."
