"Eh... maybe we should forget about him and add him to those that failed? Although we have already recorded nine deaths, going into coma due to soul injury isn't uncommon."
Duke Frexon's voice rang in the hall as he watched Drenvar intently.
Drenvar was doing all his best not to grip the edge of his throne so tightly. His face had gone from the cold nonchalance to his eyes flashing with anger.
He stared at the ground where Vacuse was lying down after he suddenly collapsed. It had been half an hour already when his peers were already done, and yet he wasn't back.
'...this boy, I thought I felt something from him since he was a kid. He's like a wild dog that grows well when left alone. That's why I left him alone all this while and built another heir for him to compete with. He's a failure?...'
Drenvar turned to the Duke next. The bastard that was meddling with his internal affairs, and then to Amon, who was looking at him with a fierce expression.
