"Oh my god, oh my god, Triss, you would never guess what Lord Paryen just talked to me about. He plans to make me his successor, it scared me to death."
After the lord left, Murphy stood alone at the soon-to-close Divine Kingdom entrance, peering into the scorched land within the shattered glaze-like space. He opened quantum communication to complain to Triss:
"I suspect he's testing me, just like those old emperors love to test the young people."
If I had lost control and agreed just now, I guess the lord would have pierced me with the Holy Spear, announcing to those ambitious vampires the fate of those who plot to overthrow the throne."
"Have you lost your mind? Are you really describing Lord Paryen and not Old Edward?"
On Triss's end, hearing that all was well, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had confirmed from the Star Realm's waves and Su's certainty that The Master of Hunting was indeed dead, which made Triss feel both relieved and tense.
