Synopsis
Three days have passed just like that. I sat in one of the pavilions out on the lake at Champs Élysées. The view was lovely. I watched the dancers moving gracefully while I filled my cup, and a quiet smile settled in my eyes. I've known the Emperor for a long time. I've never once seen him like this though — sitting there with his hand pressed to his forehead, looking all serious. What on earth is happening with him? "Imperial Uncle, This Emperor knows you well. Don't be so gloomy. It's only a woman. The world is full of…
