"Thank you, Your Majesty," Nolan replied. "But I'll handle it myself. It's my kingdom now, and I intend to build it with my own hands."
The Queen smiled kindly. "Then I wish you luck, Nolan. May your new kingdom prosper."
Nolan bowed again. "I appreciate it."
The morning sun bathed the castle courtyard in golden light. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant chatter of the city below mixed with the occasional clink of armor as royal guards adjusted their positions.
The King stepped forward, his voice calm but curious. "So tell me, before your departure, is there anything you want to ask for?"
Nolan's gaze swept across the courtyard, thoughtful for a moment. Then he spoke. "Oh yes… there is. Where is that kid named Israel? Is he still in the other part of the mansion, where the participants usually stay?"
