"Dear Master, when you read this paragraph, I may be dead.
As your loyal slave and as your adoptive mother, I regret that I can no longer accompany you on your journey, but I am also very happy that I no longer have to be a stumbling block for you.
Your wisdom is enough to light up the sea of stars, and your sharp eyes have penetrated the long river of time. My shallow knowledge does not dare to be exposed under your brilliance. All I can do is to fall under your feet and dedicate everything to you..."
With his palm forward, the words in the void slowly dissipated, and Conrad Cohen touched nothing. He only touched the flame-scorched black golden crown of his adoptive mother.
"Ha!" He smiled, but his eyes were filled with sadness, "I will kill all the Sisters of Silence and use their skins to sew the leather cushions of the throne. I will chop off the heads of every inquisitor and put candles in their mouths as lights to illuminate the palace. I will burn those dirty imperial officials into bricks... You will sit on the throne that I built with my own hands.
Get some sleep, my mother! "
