Inside the room, silence fell once again after Baird left. The two men beside him acted like quails, looking so cautious and timid that Mr. Ulysses found it somewhat unappealing. He disliked this feeling—or rather, for years he had grown weary of seeing the fearful gazes of others, where even if he ordered them to die, they would only submissively comply, failing to bring Mr. Ulysses the slightest bit of amusement.
He had thought the emergence of the new nobility would break this bizarre phenomenon, but it merely brought some slight variations; it was simply too boring. Mr. Ulysses rested his handsome face on his hand, a look of boredom in his eyes.
This was why he had run off to cause trouble in Helagert City, and not just because the aftermath promised to be interesting—the greater reason was that he felt somewhat tired of playing in Stru's country. No matter how interesting something might be, after hundreds of years, one would eventually grow tired of it.
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