�As much as we fear pain, we fear pleasure.�

Havitz asked for the smoking pipe again.

�Does your heart race just by imagining great pleasure?�Are you afraid that you will lose control, that you will lose yourself?�

I couldn�t breathe as if my airway was blocked.

�Please, please finish quickly.�

For the first time in his life, Darmov regretted being Minister of the Interior of the Empire.

�My father did.�

Havitz XVI had seen all the sweetness in the world, but there was one thing he couldn�t have.

�Did you say Adrias Miro?�

The successor of Guffin, the best defender of mankind who blocked Heaven�s army with a dimensional barrier.

From the moment he lost sight of her, Havitz, 16, strangled himself with pleasure like a man with an insatiable thirst.

�It�s about losing control.�He has no interest in the emperor, but in that respect he is a pathetic human being.�

Since he was a Darmov who assisted the emperor all his life, he had no choice but to open his mouth this time.

�Your Highness, it is not for someone who will receive the title of emperor to make comments that disparage the former emperor����.�

�No problem.�

Havitz, 17, rose from his chair.

�If this world were to be given a few problems by an author named God and then be rewarded for solving them����.�

Suddenly, the sword next to the chair was pulled out.

�Everything would have been simple.�There is no one to be unfair, and I will not worry about whether I will live like this or that.�But I mean,�

Habitz, who came down the stairs, rolled the man and woman lying in front of him with his foot.

�The problem is not even there in the first place.�What is this world like����like a square.�We just get together here and do something.�

There is no right answer because there is no problem.

�Whatever you do in there����.�

Darmov shrugged as the sword pierced the torso of the two as they rolled across the floor and crashed into the ground.

�It means nothing happens.�

The stabbed moaned, but those addicted to askers didn�t even care.

Havitz continued to draw his sword, watched the bloody blade for a moment, then shrugged.

�Okay, I killed someone.�What�s your opinion?�Do you think I did something bad?�

The blade of the sword touched the nape of Darmov�s neck.

�My, all the subjects of the Empire are the property of Your Highness����.� JrNovels.com