CCV

"What are you doing?" Princess Hera asked, investigating while pulling Illarion's arm as soon as the dance party ended.

The Black Emperor immediately brushed the woman with dark ash hair hand. "What do you mean?"

"High Priest, what are you doing to him?"

Illarion shook his head and scoffed. "Tsk! Do you suspect me, Sis? Isn't that going too far? I am also deeply saddened."

"You're not good at acting, Illarion!" Princess Hera stated firmly.

The handsome man with a scar on his right eyebrow laughed cynically.

"You've gone too far! You're just like our late father, the previous King."

Illarion immediately stared sharply at his sister. "Don't compare me to that old man who sold you for power."

"What's the difference? You also kill to justify your goals! The High Priest is a holy person, a representative of God, Illarion!" Prince Hera shouted. "I never expected you to become this bad."

"I was the one who saved you!" Illarion retorted, clenching his jaw and tightening his elbow.

"We'll see