"Not even a single caring word?" Jils craned her neck, sneaking a peek at the contents of the letter.
While reading, Hilov responded, "Do you think he could send any sweet nothings? A person who spent his wedding night droning on about the economic plans of the Holy Alliance, what sweet nothings could he possibly have?"
Jils opened her mouth but didn't dare to mock His Majesty Saint Sun like Hilov did.
In the Holy Alliance, there's a crime called 'Slander Against Saint Sun,' those caught would have to face severe punishment.
Setting the letter down, Hilov picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, then sighed helplessly.
The content of Horn's letters is very simple. Although it seems he said a lot, in reality, he's asking about one thing—how's the tower?
Letters like these come almost every week, each time it's about the tower, how the tower is...
