"Rex… Silverstar…"
A sense of unease rose in his chest as Empress Morgana said his name.
He promptly looked up at her, pupils trembling.
For a moment, their eyes met, but there was no weird reaction coming from the empress.
Everything appeared normal, but his sixth sense—sharpened by countless battles for survival—flared with alarm. His body reacted as if he were a swing away from being killed, pupils dilated, sweat prickling his skin, and breath turning shallow and sharp.
Rex's eyes widened when his peripheral vision caught the sword in Empress Morgana's hand, trembling.
Almost instantly, he stood up and backed away.
Empress Morgana's eyes flickered with surprise when she saw him backing away.
He should be stepping forward to accept the imperial cloak, not stepping away warily like this.
On the other hand, Rex's eyes were fixed on the ceremonial sword.
