He hated it. He had no real words for how much he despised the emperor. He disbelieved the letter that the lying man had said belonged to her. She wouldn't do that. The Emperor Mage had done something to his student, keeping her away from him, and in this time where he was forced to think and not do, he couldn't keep back the fury that would kill his imperial majesty at first chance.
His imperial majesty had known that he would stay even if the delegation would leave. He knew the powerful man knew that he would stay. He did, and he would have been executed if it weren't for those beautiful creations called Simulacra.
He wouldn't just give up and go home now. He would find his student. The emperor would pay for whatever he had done to her, and it was likely he would pay in blood.
He probably wouldn't ever be able to truly love her or get that love back, but his "friend" would never get the enjoyment of taking that small chance away from him.
For some reasons impossible to comprehend, even that small chance spurred him on and made the blazing inferno in his heart burn harder than anything ever would or could.