[It hardly matters what a dead woman thought. Ianthe simply hums at the pointed comment, neither confirming nor denying. In truth, it's not as if Ianthe has a lot of time given she might as well be running John's wars for him, not to mention all the admin work she's had to do while Kiriona was paraded around as the true heiress of the Nine Houses.

What a redundant title. To inherit would mean doing what Mercy and Augustine so utterly failed at. Killing the Emperor.]

About a minute after you, yes. Our ever merciful lord offered him forgiveness, and like an idiot he said no, and chose to die too. [She sighs, dramatic and mournful at all this tragedy. Of course it got to her. She can pretend otherwise.] He didn't take your death well. Or maybe he was just upset that John got your blood staining his shoes, it's hard to tell with him.

Harry and Duty both disappeared too, the fuckers.