In the evening, Hofklo held a delicate porcelain teacup, sipping on high-quality black tea. On the coffee table in front of him was a three-tiered cake stand. The top tier had cookies, the middle one had cream puffs and custard tarts, and the bottom tier had strawberry, mango, and blueberry cakes.
An elderly man dressed in luxurious attire, his hair and beard long turned grey, raised his hand to pick up a cookie.
"As I get older, sometimes I truly feel powerless despite having the will."
"The royal physician previously advised me to eat less sugar."
"However... if I can't even eat sweets, what's the point of living long?"
While munching on the dessert, the old man spoke words full of conviction.
"Living at least gives hope."
Hofklo weighed his words carefully.
Though he had made up his mind to flee, he couldn't afford to show any flaw at this moment.
