Chapter 877: Miguel's last attempt

"Take care, alright? Don't worry about anything in here and just make sure to take care of the things you have to protect…!" Conan continuously waved in Isaiah's direction until the door shut closed. The deep lines on the corner of his lips faded, dropping his hand to his side. 

Conan let out a deep exhale. "I don't know why His Majesty allowed him to go, but I guess Haimirich had been in the back of his mind."

Before coming to the Mainland, Tilly left Haimirich her blessing. Still, leaving it without anyone guarding it was dangerous. They could just desert it and start anew, but whether they admit it or not, the empire had been their home. Abel's reason for establishing an empire might have originated from cruelty, but after many years, it was impossible to not have the slightest attachment to it. 

"Ahh… what a bother!" Conan dragged his feet to the divan, throwing himself on it lazily. "Tomorrow night… for some reason, I feel so restless."