"Are you sure??" Aurelius asked again. His voice was devoid of certainty and belief.
He still could not believe that the person who helped him the most during difficult times was the one who was responsible for Aurelius's smooth rulership of the empire.
A faint tremor lingered beneath his words, barely perceptible, yet heavy enough to reveal the storm raging within him.
The one man he respected with all his heart was now under suspicion of betrayal. The very thought felt like poison creeping through Aurelius's veins.
Number 1 looked at the Emperor's expression and sighed; he knew he had to be very careful with his words.
He stood up and started narrating everything from the start, where the butler had handed the copper coin to the innkeeper, and how it ended up in Duke Winter's mansion.
