Darryl felt relieved. It seemed that the Empress was so drunk that she had mistaken him for the spirit of the late Emperor.

Darryl swallowed as he hugged the Empress.

‘No, this isn’t right. I’ll be in big trouble if the Empress sobers up later,’ he thought as he struggled to release himself from the Empress’ embrace so that he could leave.

The Empress hugged Darryl’s waist even tighter, interlocking all her fingers. There was no way for him to release himself at all. Actually, Darryl could