"At most, it's a 6th Order kingdom, without even a Legendary. It doesn't seem very interesting," Shiayar couldn't help shaking his head.
With a different Rank, one's perspective naturally changes. Honestly, I have little interest in the affairs of this petty kingdom now. So what if I became king? I'm the Prince Consort of the Fresta Empire, personally appointed by the Queen. An entire empire's spoils are waiting for me. Why would I care about this trifle? Compared to this ridiculous palace drama, the Evil Dragon Totem the Knight Commander mentioned sounds far more interesting.
Shiayar's thoughts stirred slightly, and the image of the silver moon in his eyes slowly faded.
The Knight Commander in front of him, as if awakening from a dream, struggled free from his previous state.
Before the commander could speak, Shiayar beat him to it.
"Since it's Prince Uncle's decree, then I understand."
