He smiled again, still looking pitiful.
But his words…
They didn't seem political at all.
This wasn't some calculated move.
It was the final request of a father, looking out for his child.
Even Marcus—who usually dismissed things with a scoff—simply remained silent, his expression was unreadable, as he processed the King's unexpected declaration.
"I see. That's unfortunate. You were an easy king to deal with. Your reign was neither remarkable nor terrible, but compared to your predecessors, you were among the better ones."
"Now that I'm retiring, you don't hold back at all, do you?"
Ignoring the somewhat sentimental exchange between the two, Sylas muttered bitterly to himself, clearly displeased.
"That damn Crown Prince is going to be king… Should I give him a harsh lesson before his coronation to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid?"
"I support that, Sylas. Depending on the situation, we could just eliminate him and take the throne ourselves."
