However, the moment I took a single step forward, a voice i recognized quite well boomed.
"I'm afraid I can't let you leave, your highness."
"Eh?" I frowned slightly at the familiar voice, and the familiar tone of address.
I craned my head up, and there, up on the deck of the airship with House Darkfell's insignia, beside Rose stood a handsome man with glossy black hair, and striking grey eyes.
"Uncle Devon?" I muttered in disbelief. I recognized the man quite well, after all he was the current emperor's older brother, and my uncle, Devon Darkfell.
Yeah, Amon wasn't the first in line to sucession. During the succession of the throne, the current emperor had ultimately defeated all those who had a stake to the throne, including Devon.
After that, all those who had a stake to the throne were given consolation prices, and Devon's was to be instated as a Duke, the third in command after the emperor, and the empress.
