"Your Majesty, it is a great joy to see you in robust health today," I began, bowing deeply.

    The emperor chuckled softly at my words. "Hearing such a sentiment from the man who battled the epidemic in Pisa''s county has a peculiar charm. Baron Rothschild, are you well yourself?"

    The emperor burst into laughter, clutching his sides. "Baron, we both know you''re not exactly a devout follower of Deus. Save the act; it won''t work on me."

    In Pisa, such words would have moved people to tears, swearing by my piety. Erica, Chris, and Chloe might echo that sentiment too, claiming I was a virtuous and devout believer. Even so, I doubted Chloe''s conscience would allow her to label me as particularly religious.

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