"Continue," the Empress gently raised her chin, and the Foolish King bowed respectfully.
The etiquette was flawless, yet combined with his emaciated frame, it gave off an odd, inhuman feeling.
"As Your Majesty just mentioned, although for the great cause of the Wandering Country, I have to entrust almost all my remaining authority to the third seat..." the Foolish King rasped, "but theoretically, there shouldn't be any problems."
"What an ambiguous statement," the Empress sneered.
"Reality is as Your Majesty sees," the Foolish King smiled wryly.
Even though the Theater Master has lost four of its seven parts, and the foundation built over generations has almost been drained, for the Wandering Theater, this is not a dead end.
The basic array of the Wandering Country is hidden in the unknown far sea, and not even the Foolish King himself can pinpoint the coordinates of the prototype theater in reality.
