Meanwhile, in the Emperor's Palace, Abel sat on the balcony's railing and watched how the castle create a giant bonfire in the middle of the inner palace. The side of his lips curled up subtly as his eyes softened.
"You're welcome, darling." He chuckled weakly before glancing over his shoulder upon hearing incoming loud footsteps from the room to the balcony.
One second later, the door of the balcony flew open, revealing the angry Conan, who was dragging Morro by the back of his collar while the latter was sitting, letting his bottom sweep the floor.
"Your Majesty! What do you mean vacation is over?!" Conan questioned in irritation. "Just when I met a lady who is into me —"
"Did you kill her?" Morro inquired even before Conan could complete his sentence, pursing his lips when the latter glared daggers at him.
