This villain, please exercise some restraint.

As the boss spoke, there was still a slight smile on his face, but on his still childish face, there was a look of complete... seriousness.

It seems that he has always thought so and done so.

He stretched out his other hand and clenched it loosely. Under the extremely light purple energy glow, a tarot card appeared and fell into his hand, which seemed a little small in comparison.

The words on the tarot cards are:

"emperor."

The short boy placed the tarot cards in front of him, looked at them for a while, and then uttered those two words that were not difficult to say.

As he finished speaking, the being in the tarot cards that the players had been searching for slowly revealed himself.

"Long time no see, Temperance."

Unlike the young "Pope", the "Emperor" at this moment is an old man with a white beard and a golden crown.

His face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes, hidden in his old face, had an exceptionally bright and clear luster.

He was wearing a thick and complicated dark red outfit, but it did not bring him any sense of solemnity and majesty.

Because it was obvious that the clothes had been through the test of time and were stained with spots and stains. Even the gold ornaments on the clothes looked dull and lifeless.

He didn't look like a real "emperor", or rather, he didn't look like - the boss blinked, feeling a little surprised.

The old man in front of him did not fit what he knew in this world...what an "emperor" should be like.

It seemed that he was not lacking certain elements, but strangely, he felt that the old man in front of him and the "emperor" were very inconsistent.

"Are you calling me? Telling me to...moderate?"

The boss pointed at himself, smiled, and looked at the old man.

The old man nodded, "Yes, I am calling you to exercise moderation."

The boss frowned slightly and was about to speak, but the old man's next words made him choose to remain silent.

"Do you think that I shouldn't know you? Naturally, I shouldn't come up and get too familiar with you."

"Perhaps you will also emphasize that you are not abstinence, your name is something, yes, you are right."

"From your perspective, I really shouldn't know you. Or, even if I do know you, I should know the previous Temperance."

"but--"

The old man snorted and then looked at the short boy standing in front of him.

"Kid, I want to say that I don't care who Temperance is, I just need to know who Temperance is."

"It's that simple."

This was a bit confusing, and the boss didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Aren't you curious—"

He was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"I don't care, so I'm not curious."

"Because whether it is moderation, or me, or the rest of existence, they are just the smallest...stars shining with faint light, and the 'world' is the sun. In front of his brilliance and his light, any changes, defects, additions, or replacements of the stars seem insignificant."

"If there is anything special, then temperance may be the star closest to the sun."

"But... so what? He is just a tiny... star after all."

"The same goes for you and me. We are all... insignificant as dust."

The old man's voice was not loud, but every word he said fell into the boss's ears without any error.

"you……"

The boss was stunned for a moment, then faced the gaze of the "emperor" in front of him, looking into those exceptionally bright and clear eyes.

It's not like the turbidity of an old man, but more like... a newborn baby.

But the words of the old man in front of him were quite negative. In his words, it seemed that everything was insignificant in front of the so-called "world".

He couldn't comment on such remarks, nor could he... agree with them.

only--

"Temperance, are you still wondering why I said 'long time no see' to you? And why I degraded our existence to dust?"

The "Emperor" seemed to understand his doubts very well, so much so that he spoke them out before his boss even opened his mouth.

"Because I am familiar with moderation, and because I don't care what kind of existence will be in the position of 'moderation'. I just know that no matter how it changes, the position called 'moderation' will never be permanently vacant because of someone's disappearance or death."

"So, all along, what I have recognized is 'temperance', not a specific person called 'temperance'."

"Just like my 'subjects', I know they are all my 'subjects' and I am their 'emperor' - but I don't need to know the details of every subject."

"Because there is no eternal 'emperor', no eternal 'subjects', dynasties will change, time will pass, new things will replace old things, nothing will never change."

"So, even though I don't know you, moderation is not unfamiliar to me."

The boss fell silent again. He had thought that this "emperor" was not as contemptuous of him as "justice", nor was he as mysterious and difficult to communicate with as the "Pope". But now it seemed that the "emperor's" somewhat approachable qualities had disappeared without a trace after his explanation.

Because in the eyes of the old man in front of him, he did not exist at all. All the old man saw was - the position of control.

Simply put, as the new Moderator, he was...completely ignored.

It seems that in the old man's concept, only the so-called "world" is supreme.

And the rest of the existence, even including himself, is just a tiny member under the so-called pronoun.

The boss couldn't help but feel a little curious about the 'world' that the "emperor" mentioned. What kind of existence is it that is powerful enough to obscure everyone's... glory?

The short boy stretched out his hand, and looked at the lingering lavender light in his palm that appeared with the fluctuations of his thoughts, and was a little dazed.

Although he had never met it, he knew that this power, which was mixed with unbearable pain every time it was used, came from the 'world'.

"This is... This is the power of the 'world'!"

When the boss was in a trance, the "Emperor" saw that power and couldn't help but let out a low cry.

"'World'... He actually gave you the ability to use his power so easily..."

The Emperor stared at the purple and muttered to himself, "You have completed the personnel replacement in such a short time in the position of Temperance. So... you must be a star that is highly valued by the World!"

When the boss raised his head again, he met the gaze of the "Emperor", but now, his shadow was already in those eyes.