I stared blankly up at the sky.
‘Is it possible?’
If the Emperor’s words were all true. No, in a situation where they were certainly true—I felt my motivation draining further. If that collapsing sky reached all the way here, I had no idea how we could even resist.
What to do, how to do it. Everything was utterly unclear.
“…”
But—soon I gritted my teeth. At the very least, one thing was certain: in such a hopeless situation, weak thoughts were utterly useless. I looked at the Emperor seated in his chair and made a request.
“Buy me some time.”
“…”
“If you’re the one who kept making Sharmia regress, you should be capable of buying time. Since it seems Taeheo didn’t manage to conquer you to the very end.”
The Emperor showed no reaction. In such a situation, no reaction was tantamount to refusal. What I’d just said was basically the same as asking him to die, so it wasn’t strange at all.
“It’s necessary. Please.”
“…Carrying out your request is not difficult. Stopping him for three days, or perhaps even longer, wouldn’t be a hard task. But I cannot understand the reason why I should.”
Only then did he answer, raising a gaunt hand to show me.
“The reason I appeared, was for your end.”
“What does that mean?”