Renaissance Palace.
Thales' memories of the palace were very vague.
A long, long time ago, to the child beggars who made a living on the streets, the King's House, which was located at the end of the main street a few blocks away, was like an unreachable legend. It was mysterious, awe-inspiring, obscure, and dignified.
They could only recognize the legendary palace that shared the title of the King of Renaissance in the Dark Night Temple's theatrical performances that were so exaggerated and comical that they deviated from reality. They knew how (under the protection of the Dark Night Temple) this place had an extraordinary origin, experienced countless things, and stood firm.
Or, from drunken drunkards who said, "Let me tell you, I know so-and-so, and he has a friend who works in Renaissance Palace. That place is like this …" and so on and so forth, they learned a little about the whole picture from a single glance.
Or, when they went out to beg, they would timidly poke their heads out of the unfamiliar but tidy alleys, and catch a glimpse of the huge silhouette of the palace as the pedestrians hurried about. They would then gasp in shock and find it difficult to shift their gazes away.
This feeling lasted until six years ago.
It lasted until Thales' fate changed.
The Duke of Star Lake slowly closed his eyes.
But …
But even after he became a prince and the heir to the palace in name, Thales realized that he still did not understand Renaissance Palace.
Six years ago, when he first entered Renaissance Palace, he was attacked. He was carried into the palace wall while he was unconscious.
Six years ago, he left Renaissance Palace in a carriage when he was about to head north. He was absent-minded.
As for now …
With the guards by his sides looking steadily forward, and the guards behind him moving in an orderly fashion, Thales snapped out of his daze when he opened his eyes. He realized that they had already passed through the heavily guarded palace gate. They even walked past the palace wall and the wide flat ground in the inner palace to enter the inner gate of the mottled ancient palace.
Thales only snapped out of his daze when they entered the narrow and deep darkness without stopping, locking the vast and high sky and the boundless horizon outside the heavy and old door of the palace.
Six years later, when he personally stepped into this place …
Without an accidental assassination and without going abroad as a hostage …
But he still could not see clearly …
The appearance of Renaissance Palace.
After leaving the streets and carpets, the feeling under his boots became firm and clear.
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps rang out from under Thales' feet. They echoed in the quiet air before they traveled to his ears.
In the suddenly dim light, the young Duke of Star Lake took a deep breath, but his nose was cold and damp.
Stone.
Cold.
Rough.
Dusk.
And … silence.
This made the duke, who had gradually gotten used to the dryness of the Northland and the scorching heat of the desert, instinctively uncomfortable.
In the dim stone corridor that was almost silent, they walked through the interior of Renaissance Palace. They walked past one small hall after another and walked up one stone staircase after another.
The sparse windows and lights were the only source of light that could guide them.
Thales suppressed his unnecessary thoughts and raised his head to look at Mallos' back in this palace that had a long history but was quiet and solemn. He walked along this stone corridor that was classical and low-key but did not lose its taste.
The watchman was expressionless and looked straight ahead. He calmly led the way forward.
Gilbert fell behind Thales. The sound of his footsteps was slightly softer, and his footsteps were steady.
Glover, Doyle, and the others who were further behind did not make a sound. They seemed to have disappeared into the air.
It seemed like they were already used to this ancient palace with its dark colors and suffocating air. They were not surprised.
And Thales could only follow them quietly.
The group was not alone. They passed by many guards who were on duty, servants who were in a hurry, cautious officials, and well-mannered nobles along the way.
In the quiet air, these people did not say a word, but they seemed to have known since a long time ago. All of them stopped in their tracks respectfully and politely, retreated to the side, and silently but accurately bowed to the teenager in the crowd.
The new Duke of Star Lake instinctively cleared his throat and wanted to respond, but Gilbert, who was beside him, pressed down on his arm gently and shook his head.
In Renaissance Palace, the king preferred silence.
Thales was slightly stunned.
After he understood something, the Duke of Star Lake could only nod slightly and respond to these people with a smile.
When he was in Heroic Spirit Palace in Dragon Clouds City, no matter where the Prince of Constellation went, the Northlanders' palace guards (especially the former White Blade Guards) and the Eckstedtian nobles would always stare at him with hostile and vigilant gazes. Even after six years of being together day and night, those gazes merely changed from "gnashing their teeth" to "disdain".
However, things were different in Renaissance Palace.
Thales could sense that the servants, guards, nobles, and officials all had an extraordinary interest and curiosity towards the duke who had just arrived. But when they passed by the teenager, their gazes towards the duke were respectful and careful, polite and restrained.
And when the duke returned their gaze, the latter would usually immediately lower their heads or avert their gazes to look elsewhere.
They would look away the moment they touched, and they would stop when they reached a certain point.
It was a little deliberate.
It was like … like a peeping tom hiding in a corner.
As if he was afraid of waking something up.
And the deathly stillness and murderous aura that was carefully created and maintained …
The Duke of Star Lake could not help but inhale and exhale slowly.
For some reason, Thales always felt that the cautious, polite, and restrained gazes in Renaissance Palace made him feel uncomfortable. It was no less than the undisguised hostile and estranged gazes of the Northlanders in Heroic Spirit Palace.
Irritation surged into his heart.
There was even a moment when the teenager really wanted the Royal Guards around him to move closer.
To surround him tighter.
To block those gazes.
It would be best … to isolate everything and make it airtight.
Just like … the thick and heavy city wall that blocked the way between Renaissance Palace and the city.
The journey was so quiet that it was almost dead silent.
When they went up another flight of stairs and arrived at a rather large corridor hall, a few figures suddenly appeared in front of a stone door in front of them.
Mallos was the first to stop.
Thales, who was following behind him, took an extra step before he instinctively retracted his steps.
But he soon noticed that other than Gilbert, who was still smiling, the guards behind him, including Doyle and Glover, all puffed out their chests and raised their heads. They looked even more solemn, like a lute with its strings pulled taut.
The figures in front of the stone door were dressed and equipped in a similar style to Mallos and the others. However, they wore light leather armor that made it easier for them to move around indoors. Their expressions were stern, and their gazes were stern. They did not seem to have any intention of greeting their colleagues in the prince's escort group.
Just as Thales began to guess the identity of this group of people, a person walked out from among the unfamiliar figures. He held the longsword at his waist and approached them.
This was a middle-aged man who was dignified and experienced. He was about fifty years old. His figure was a little clumsy, but his back was tall and capable. His hair and beard were a mix of gray and white, but they were neatly arranged. There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his eyes were bright and full of life.
His attire was obviously different from the others. His equipment was exquisite and meticulous, but his footsteps were incredibly steady.
The gray-haired middle-aged man stopped, but he did not even look at Thales.
He only stared straight at Mallos, who was leading the group, and spoke slowly.
"Who are you?"
His words were stern, and his tone was cold.
His words stunned Thales. He confirmed once again that this was Renaissance Palace, where his father lived.
'And he's really … returning to his own home?'
But the others, including Gilbert, did not show any strange expressions. They waited quietly and solemnly. They held their breaths and did not even exhale loudly.
It was as if there was a major event in front of them.
Mallos took a step forward expressionlessly. His tone was indifferent.
"Tormond Mallos."
I am the Watchman of the Royal Guards. In the name of the king, I am here to escort the Duke of Star Lake back. "
The middle-aged guard in his fifties sized up Mallos and nodded.
Under Thales' curious gaze, Mallos finished his answer faintly. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged guard in front of him with an aggressive gaze.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a while. He still did not look at Thales. His right hand was still on the sword at his waist.
The man took a step forward with an upright posture. His posture was stern.
"Fabio Adrian."
The middle-aged man named Adrian said softly, "I am the chief commander of the Royal Guards.
In the name of the king, I am here to welcome the return of the Duke of Star Lake. "
Thales swore that he could feel Doyle sucking in a suppressed breath behind him.
'Royal Guards.
Chief … commander? '
Thales recalled the key to the Six Praetorian Guard Divisions. Mallos was also silent for a while before he nodded at Adrian, who had grayish-white hair and looked stern.
In the next second, Adrian turned his head around and sized up Thales for the first time, who was shorter than Mallos by a head.
Perhaps it was because he was affected by the atmosphere or because there was pressure in Adrian's gaze, the Duke of Star Lake subconsciously puffed out his chest and sucked in his stomach to accept Adrian's gaze.
But just like the others, Adrian's gaze only met Mallos' once before it was averted. The latter turned to Mallos again.
"Knight Mallos, thou hast fulfilled thy duty."
Adrian said faintly,
"Hast thou fulfilled thy duty?"
'Fulfilled thy duty …
'Fulfilled thy duty …'
Thales was stunned. In a daze, he remembered something.
Mallos answered calmly but sternly,
"Knight Adrian, though I fulfilled my duty …"
The watchman narrowed his eyes.
"Yet my sword did not break."
When he heard Mallos' answer, Adrian nodded at him. His gaze became gentler and no longer sharp.
"Then thou hast not fulfilled thy duty."
Mallos also nodded slightly. He lifted the corners of his lips slightly.
"Then thou hast not fulfilled thy duty."
Thales frowned. He was even more certain of his memories.
Just as he expected, the conversation before him …
It was filled with the ceremonial feeling he was familiar with.
The air was still quiet, and the atmosphere was as solemn as ever. The duke could not help but cast a puzzled glance at Gilbert, but the latter only gestured for him to remain calm.
Finally, Adrian revealed a smile.
The middle-aged commander took off his gloves and extended his hand to Mallos.
"Then, welcome back to the team, knight."
Mallos also put on a faint but restrained smile that he had not shown for a long time. He removed his glove and went forward to hold Adrian's right hand.
"Captain."
Adrian smiled and nodded before he called out Mallos' name.
"Tormond."
Just when Thales was wondering whether this was a tradition of the Royal Guards, Adrian let go of Mallos' hand and coughed.
"Alright, the mission has been handed over. Relax a little."
In the next second, Thales heard the Royal Guards behind him sigh. It was as if they had all breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.
It was as if they had ended a leadership meeting where they had to remain still and listen attentively.
Adrian walked forward and flashed a smile at Gilbert.
"Count Caso."
Gilbert also flashed a smile and went forward to shake his hand happily.
"Lord Adrian."
Lord Adrian smiled and said, "Looks like I was right.
"Looks like I was right. You really did come back in high spirits."
"It is all thanks to you, my lord."
Gilbert turned around and looked at Thales after he finished exchanging pleasantries.
"Welcome to the meeting hall, Your Grace."
The Foreign Affairs Minister extended his hand and gestured at the stone door behind Adrian with a proud expression.
"This is the place where His Majesty usually receives envoys and foreign officials."
When he saw the puzzled look on the duke's face, Gilbert added, "This is an important place for national affairs.
As the Duke of Star Lake, you will definitely familiarize yourself with this place in the future. "
Thales responded politely while he looked at the stone door.
'The meeting hall.
Receives envoys and foreign officials …
'Wait a minute.'
Thales was suddenly stunned.
He stared at the stone door guarded by the guards behind Adrian. He remembered something, and he also recognized something.
"I remember."
"The meeting hall."
"I have been here before," Thales said in a daze.
"I have been here once."
These words made Gilbert pause for a moment.
But Thales knew that the meeting hall in Renaissance Palace …
He had indeed been here before.
Thales stared at the stone door absentmindedly and imagined the scene after it was opened.
'That's right.
'It's here.'
Six years ago, it was here that he saw the arrogant Eckstedt envoy intimidate King Kessel without any scruples, forcing him to make a difficult choice between starting a war and ceding his territory.
'Six years ago, it was here that he saw Duke Arunde vent his anger and indignation hysterically, revealing his political conspiracy that affected the two kingdoms in an attempt to turn the situation around but was unsuccessful.
'Six years ago, it was here …'
Thales thought absentmindedly.
It was here that he saw Kessel the Fifth wave his scepter in an awe-inspiring and unquestionable manner. Amidst the nervous and dumbfounded gasps, he decided on the second prince of Constellation, and for the next six years …
Fate.
"Oh? Oh, my memory is bad. "Gilbert seemed to have remembered something. His expression darkened, and he awkwardly changed the topic.
On the other side, Adrian coughed softly, interrupting the conversation between Gilbert and the duke.
Lord Adrian first turned around and patted Mallos' shoulder.
"Will and Gaitan are waiting for you in the guard room. You know … paperwork."
Mallos stopped smiling and frowned slightly.
Adrian nodded at him and urged him a little.
"Go."
But the watchman turned around and looked in Thales' direction. His gaze was unclear.
The Duke of Star Lake did not know what was going on. He could only show a fitting smile.
Adrian looked at the duke together with Mallos.
The middle-aged man seemed to have understood something. He smiled and gestured to Mallos.
"Leave it to me.
And Count Caso. "
Mallos turned around and cast Adrian a glance that was neither too deep nor too shallow.
"Alright," the watchman said calmly.
"Then I'll take my leave."
Under Adrian's encouraging gaze and Thales' puzzled gaze, Mallos turned around and left without hesitation. He walked towards the other exit of the hall.
Doyle and Glover, who were the closest to him, were also stunned. Together with the others, they instinctively followed him.
But Mallos immediately stopped in his tracks.
"Not you."
Mallos turned around and frowned. He looked at Doyle and Glover, who stopped in their tracks in puzzlement.
"Both of you stay."
"Yes, commanding officer." Glover nodded without hesitation and retreated behind Thales.
Doyle blinked before he was pulled back into line by Flag Bearer Fuby.
Looking at this scene, Commander Adrian smiled.
Mallos nodded at him in acknowledgment, then glanced at Thales before he left leisurely.
Gilbert cleared his throat. He was friendly and gentle.
"Your Highness, allow me to introduce you to the Chief Guard Captain of the Royal Guards, Chief Commander, and also the person in charge of Renaissance Palace and His Majesty's safety, Lord Fabio Adrian. He is from the Adrian Family of Central Territory's Swan County, the head of the Seven Jadestar Attendants …"
Adrian turned around and bowed respectfully to Thales.
Thales was overwhelmed by the favor. He nodded at him in return and came to a realization.
'I knew it.
Fabio Adrian.
He's … the highest commander of all the Royal Guards in Renaissance Palace.
The captain of the guards, including all the Six Wingers.
And he's one of the Seven Jadestar Attendants.
"Let us save the introductions and small talk for another day."
While Thales was thinking, Adrian seized the gap between Gilbert's words and interrupted him in an appropriate and timely manner.
"Your Highness, Count.
His Majesty is in the meeting hall. "
Adrian gestured at the stone door behind him.
"Should we not let him wait for too long?"
'His Majesty.'
At that moment, Thales felt all the blood in his body freeze.
"His Majesty is … He has finished today's Imperial Conference?" Gilbert suddenly became excited.
"No."
Adrian replied politely, "That's right.
"In fact, His Majesty has ended the conference early.
He has been asking about the messenger crow from Western Desert since yesterday. "
'His Majesty.'
Thales breathed in a daze.
He suddenly understood where the discomfort and the lingering sense of unfamiliarity that had been tormenting him since he stepped into Renaissance Palace, or rather, Eternal Star City, came from.
It was not the environment and decor of Renaissance Palace.
It was not the noise and old matters of Eternal Star City.
It was …
Thales clenched his fists on his own.
"Of course." Gilbert looked at Thales with a hint of excitement.
"I believe His Majesty is also looking forward to this moment."
Adrian did not answer. He only gestured for Thales and Gilbert to follow him before he walked towards the stone door of the meeting hall.
'His Majesty.'
Thales could feel his feet moving forward as he followed Adrian's lead.
Gilbert's footsteps followed behind him, and he did not leave him by even an inch.
One in front, and one behind.
It made him …
There was nowhere to run.
The Royal Guards who stood guard in front of the stone door and belonged to an unknown wing bowed together. They pushed the stone door open respectfully and professionally.
It revealed the endless darkness inside.
There were only a few lights that illuminated the path ahead.
Adrian moved to the side and politely gestured for the Duke of Star Lake to go first.
It was no longer one in front and one behind.
But Thales realized that he would rather have the other walk in front of him.
'But …'
Thales then saw his feet being lifted, lowered, lifted again, and lowered again.
Until he passed by Adrian's side, until he stepped through the heavy stone door, until he stepped into the endless abyss.
"Not you!"
Adrian's voice suddenly became stern and cold. It was a stark contrast to the friendliness he showed to the prince and the count.
It made Thales subconsciously stop in his tracks.
But he soon realized that Adrian was not talking to him.
"All of you, stay."
The guard captain's voice was very low.
But it contained an unquestionable tone.
A few seconds later, Doyle's nervous and trembling voice came from behind him. "Yes … Yes, Captain … Ed."
Amid the low sound of friction, the heavy stone door that separated the corridor from the meeting hall was slowly closed.
It shut Doyle's mumbling outside.
Behind him, Adrian and Gilbert's footsteps approached slowly.
It was as if they were urging something.
A gust of air rose from Thales' chest and was forced out of his mouth and nose.
He realized that he had started to walk forward again.
Just like six years ago, the meeting hall was long, narrow, and deep. From the entrance on one side, the end of the hall shrank into a small dot.
It was blurry.
Once, the two sides of the meeting hall were packed with vassals, listening to the negotiation between Constellation and the Dragon.
Unlike six years ago, there were fewer lights in the meeting hall. Many of the windows that allowed light to pass through were closed.
It was even darker.
Now, the platforms on both sides were empty. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
But as he walked forward, Thales soon saw it.
At the other end of his line of sight, there was a lone peak that protruded from the ground and landed on a few steps above …
The throne.
Thales' breathing slowly tightened.
A strong but lonely figure appeared on the throne above the steps.
The figure had his head lowered. His back was bent, and he sat cross-legged on the throne.
His right elbow was on the arm of the throne, and his right hand was on the scepter in front of his knee.
His forehead was pressed against the back of his hand. His face was hidden in the shadows.
Thales stopped in his tracks.
He stared at the figure he had not seen for six years.
His emotions were hard to discern.
The prince's pause forced Gilbert to stop as well. But the Foreign Affairs Minister quickly reacted. He raised his voice and spoke to the figure on the throne with great enthusiasm.
"Your Majesty, I am honored to bring you the new Duke of Star Lake, your —"
* Thud! *
The bottom of the scepter hit the ground lightly, and the dull thud echoed in the meeting hall.
It also made Gilbert's words die in his throat.
Very soon, a voice that had appeared in Thales' dreams before came from the throne. It was heavy, thick, awe-inspiring, and dull like thunder. It echoed in the entire hall.
"Gilbert …"
The voice on the throne paused for a moment.
"Thank you."
Compared to six years ago, this voice was much more hoarse, drawn-out, and dull.
There seemed to be an indescribable fatigue.
Thales listened to the other person's words in a daze. His gaze was fixed on the figure.
Gilbert frowned and sucked in a deep breath.
"His Highness must be tired from the journey. Your Majesty, on his way from Dragon Clouds City to the desert —"
But he was interrupted by the voice on the throne that echoed in the hall.
"My friend."
"I said." The voice on the throne was calm at first, but it gradually became firm and short. "Thank you."
I will look for you later. "
Gilbert was stunned.
However, Captain Adrian understood the king's meaning.
Adrian extended his arm towards the hall door behind him and gestured politely to Gilbert.
"Count Caso?"
Gilbert looked at the shadow on the throne before he cast a glance at Thales with a heavy heart.
But in the end, he did not say anything. He only gave the Duke of Star Lake an encouraging gaze before he bowed and turned around resentfully.
Thales forced a smile and nodded, but he suddenly realized that the Foreign Affairs Minister's back was very old.
"You too."
The voice on the throne rose again.
"Yodel."
Thales shuddered.
Gilbert's footsteps also paused for a moment before he recovered his rhythm and left slowly.
Nothing happened around him.
Lord Adrian acted as if he did not hear Gilbert's words and left with Gilbert.
But Thales knew that something was different in the air around him.
This made him especially terrified.
The footsteps grew further away and softer. In the end, as the stone door opened and closed, they completely disappeared at the end of the hall.
Only Thales and the shadow on the throne were left. They faced each other in silence in the hall.
"Come forward."
The teenager shuddered slightly.
Thales could be considered to have been through hundreds of battles. From bloody battlefields to sinister schemes, he believed that he had seen a lot of things.
But for some reason, when he heard those words, he could not help but clench his fists.
Thales raised his head and stared at the figure on the throne. He slowly walked forward until he could see the stairs to the throne clearly.
But before his eyes, the figure on the throne was still blurry, and the Everlasting Lamp behind him flickered.
"Closer."
The shadow on the throne raised his voice slightly.
The teenager was silent for a moment before he walked forward again.
This time, he walked close enough that he could even see the pair of boots leaning against the bottom of the scepter under the throne.
"A little closer."
The voice on the throne seemed to be a little impatient. He dragged out his voice, causing the flames of the Everlasting Lamp to sway slightly.
Thales took a deep breath.
Hence, in the next moment, the prince resolutely lifted his feet and continued forward.
Then, he saw the shadow on the throne move slowly as well.
Thales froze.
Under the dim light, the 39th Supreme King of Constellation, the Iron Hand King, Kessel Jadestar the Fifth, who seemed to have aged more than six years, raised his eyes from the scepter and looked at the prince.
Thales had to look up at him. His breathing began to quicken involuntarily.
Uncontrollable.
He endured the gaze that he had seen many times in his dreams, but it always managed to wake him up with a start. Thales blurted out a term of address.
"Your Majesty."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Thales subconsciously added another sentence.
"Fa-Father?"
The man on the throne supported his chin with his hand and frowned slightly.
He had lost weight.
That was Thales' first feeling.
Even though the man's body under the leather robe was still strong, even though the scepter in his hand was still steady, even though his eyes still emitted a faint cold light …
But he could see that:
King Kessel's face was much thinner, his eyes were slightly sunken, and his cheekbones were slightly high.
And more wrinkles had already climbed onto the king's face.
The knuckles on the man's hand that held the scepter were even more protruding, and he looked rather sharp.
Compared to six years ago, the only thing that had not changed, and even surpassed, was probably the stillness, dullness, suffocation, and uneasiness that was like the eve of a storm.
The silence seemed to last for a long time, but Thales only stared at the king quietly. He felt that he could not shift his gaze away.
Finally, the king's expression changed.
"Anxiety."
His voice was as steady and heavy as before.
It was especially obvious in the empty and long meeting hall.
Thales snapped out of his daze and cleared his throat.
"Sorry?"
King Kessel snorted softly six years later.
"How you feel right now."
The king said slowly,
"Anxiety."
'Anxiety?'
Thales frowned. He did not understand.
"I …"
But the king continued to speak, completely ignoring the teenager's puzzlement.
"Anxiety is very strange.
"It's neither panic nor panic. These feelings often emerge when you're caught off guard, leaving you at a loss and powerless to do anything about it."
The teenager's breathing froze.
King Kessel's voice echoed in the hall, as if it was pressing down on him from all directions. There was no gap between them.
"For example, you are about to face a certain great test, accept a certain judgment, do a certain great thing …
"Or, you are about to become the heir of an ancient kingdom, and carry a burden that is much heavier and more tiring than ever before."
The king snorted so loudly that the entire hall seemed to shake.
"But you know that you are not qualified. You know that you cannot bear it. You know that you are destined to fail.
"At that moment, you are extremely afraid. You do not want to face it. You only want to escape, regardless of everything.
"This feeling is panic, this is panic."
Thales tried his best to maintain a dignified expression and posture in the face of the gaze that seemed to have seen through him.
He felt that the act of raising his head was getting more and more tiring.
But there seemed to be some kind of power supporting him. He did not shift his gaze away or lowered his head.
King Kessel exhaled slowly.
"But once there is a moment …
"Before the final moment, an opportunity, a way, a turning point appears.
"It makes you feel that there is still a glimmer of hope in the situation, that the consequences may come a little later, that the judgment can be delayed for a moment.
"And you can delay it for a little longer, and not have to face the ending that you fear the most."
King Kessel raised his chin from the back of his right hand, revealing the faint blue light of the Staff of Constellation.
"For example, you can face the test a few days later, endure the judgment a few weeks later, and accept your inevitable … identity a few years later."
Thales stared at the king's calm face and listened to the profound words.
"That moment, that is simply redemption.
"It is rejoicing, numbness, the ecstasy and relief after surviving a disaster.
"It makes you feel that 'the end is still far away', and that 'I can still be saved'."
Hearing this, the teenager could not help but tremble.
"But when all this is over, when the reprieve period given to you by God is over," the king chuckled softly. His gaze was deep, but his face was still expressionless.
"These illusions make you think that you have breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then they will all … disappear."
Thales listened in a daze. His palms were cold.
On the throne, the supreme king slowly straightened his back. Under the dim light, it was as if dark clouds had spread over his head.
"And those lucky escapes will flow back to the present, along with the regret, uneasiness, self-blame, and panic of 'I knew this would happen'.
"In the end, it will turn into something that you know very well, but cannot resist …
"Anxiety."
Thales met the king's gaze. He felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.
There was no way to fill it.
Kessel stroked the scepter in his hand coldly and stared at the strange blue light emitting from the top of it.
"It is precisely this annoying anxiety that will make you understand while you scratch your ears and scratch your cheeks in pain that the six years of running away, getting lucky, procrastinating, and illusions are actually meaningless."
Six years.
Thales breathed absentmindedly as he listened to the king finish his words.
"It is like a damned but useless whip, forcing you to face it. Face what you know will eventually come, but in the end, you are powerless against …
"Fate."
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