"I'm disappointed. No, let's correct that. I'm beyond disappointed."
Aaran was back in the palace. The Emperor had left two of his ministers to deal with the Marki as they could, though he knew nothing would come of it.
With Morales dead, there was no way to prove where he had gotten the guns from. In other words, Runedral couldn't blame the Marki for what had happened.
But that wasn't why the Emperor was scolding Aaran.
"I gave you the mantle of an emperor considering your maturity," the Emperor said. "But it seems I was mistaken. Your actions tonight prove you were anything but mature."
Aaran remained quiet. There was nothing he could say to save his ass this time. He knew it and chose silence.
"You left the palace of your own volition. This is a massive breach of trust. Not to mention what happened afterward. You could have died, or worse, it could've been Leon's daughter."
The Emperor continued, "Not only that, you failed to secure evidence related to the incident—"
