The Ink Emperor!
Adam's eyes slowly widened.
Did his ascension to the Emperor Rank give birth to the ink world?
No, that doesn't make sense. His magic must've created this metaphysical plane.
He must have voluntarily created this world and made this his domain… I think?
The mysteries of the Emperor Rank are too profound for someone like me to comprehend.
He turned his attention to Isabella, then said, "How old is the Ink Emperor?"
Isabella shrugged. "We don't bother about such things. The Ink Emperor is our god. He created us. He created our world. And we owe everything to him."
She arched a brow and asked, "Do you humans ever question your god's age? What a silly question!"
"We don't have a god," Adam said.
"That's not true!" Isabella replied, crossing her arms. "Don't you have the Human Emperor?"
The corner of Adam's lips twitched.
Ah, that's right.
The mortals of the Imperium do view him as an all-powerful god.
