"Was it worth it?"
Roman slowly turned around while holding his breath when he heard Joaquin's voice. However, as soon as he did, the latter was already standing a step behind him, and without a moment's notice, Roman's feet left the ground as a hand clutched his neck.
Roman held on to Joaquin's wrist on instinct, looking at the emperor in disbelief. Joaquin was strangling him with one hand and without exerting effort.
Joaquin's lips curled up evilly, wiping the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth with the back of his fist. "Yes, Rome. Isn't this the strongest proof of that? I regret nothing."
As soon as those words slipped past Joaquin's lips, Roman barely grasp the situation as the grip around his neck tightened. His complexion turned red, watching two fangs grow from Joaquin, and the blood dripping from his stomach slowly stopped.
