Villain Ch 1828. Imperial Reclamation
Beyond the scandal, though, the rest of his week was oddly… peaceful.
Mila.
He'd been spending more time with her. Not in big gestures or dramatic dates—just moments. Simple ones.
Conversations. Meals. Late-night chats. Her soft smile as she teased him over how serious he always looked. The way she held her tea with both hands like it might float away otherwise. The quiet.
It was… nice.
She didn't ask about the drama.
Didn't poke.
Didn't prod.
Just… existed beside him. Calm. Present. Whole.
And Allen, for once, didn't overthink it
He also brought it up in the throne room. About Azura.
The raid was over. The loot had been sorted, the bodies left to fade into ash, and the last echoes of system fanfare still lingered faintly in the air like smoke after fireworks.
