Chapter: 877

“Your Majesty! We aren’t obliged to accept such drastic proposals. Please, refrain from taking such a decision! This isn’t the way.”

“Your Majesty! What Admiral Seo said is right, please withdraw this change of State Religion. There are so many arts and religions you could choose from, but please not the Demonic Cult!”

No ordinary officials had opposed the emperor’s decision.

Only those who had seen the Lord of the Demonic Cult’s actions in the underground shrine opposed it.

‘What kind of situation is this?’

Hearing the emperor’s unexpected decision, they couldn’t understand the reasoning behind it.

At first, as the emperor had gone through a terrifying and traumatic experience, they’d thought that he was mentally unstable.

‘There are people who get down on their knees for you, how could you make such a decision?’

The Yulin from Jianghu had a very different attitude towards the Imperial family.

Like other people and officials, they were people who gave the emperor their respect, and because of their friendly attitude, they were comfortable with the government’s work.

However, based on what had happened a few days before, they were aware that not all the factions within Wulin shared the same attitude.

“Your Majesty! The Demonic Cult’s Sky Demon Order isn’t for the empire to follow. In particular that man, Chun Yeowun, he disrespected Your Majesty...”

Bang!

Before Admiral Yuk Cheong-eun could finish, the Emperor struck his throne.

The admiral, who realised the reason, went silent.

For a moment he thought he’d be killed.

The Emperor had specifically told them to never mention what happened in the Royal Shrine. However, overwhelmed by his emotions, he’d ended up speaking of it.

“Your Majesty. Please forgive this lowly servant! I have committed blasphemy!”

Thud! Thud!

Yuk Cheong-eun smashed his head into the floor and apologized.

After a couple of hits, with blood dripping from his forehead, the Emperor raised his hand as a signal to stop.

“Th... thank you for showing me mercy, Your Majesty!”

Drip!

Admiral of West Spear, Yuk Cheong-eun, whose face was covered in blood, expressed his gratitude.

Since he’d made the worst mistake in front of the emperor, a little blood wasn’t a huge price.

“Hmm.”

The emperor looked down at the two kneeling Admirals.

It wasn’t like he couldn’t understand their emotions.

At first, he’d had every intention to reject the proposal of the Lord of the Demonic Cult’s.

However, something had made him change his mind in the end.