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Seya crossed the Gateway, holding hands with Ryn. "It's very serious, actually. I need your help to start conversations with the Ministers of the Empire. They are making a provisional government until the Nobles Conclave can be put together." "Really? And what about the Emperor? Did he agree with that?" Seya scratched his head; he knew the King might scold him. "Well… he kind of can't agree on anything… He kind of… died?" "He died? Don't tell me. You killed him, right?" "Well… I might have lost my temper for a while and cut off his head…" "I knew it… What happened?" "Well, the Slave Trader was in the Emperor's Castle. When I arrived there, he was on his knees with two Guards next to him, and the Emperor was holding a bag with the Magic Crystals I had made for the Trader. And he lied,