XXXX Continent, Telmerann Province, inside the Arcenon family household.
"Always make sure that your allies don't die under his schemes, okay?" An expression of genuine concern could be seen on Iridescia's face as he did not want his son to suffer the same fate as the princes did. While listening to his mother's words, Vanadir could not help but feel his heart being warmed up as he assured her, saying, "Don't worry, mom. Unlike the others, I know what I'm doing."
"Also, I'd suggest you don't call Arshe my brother, mom," he continued as a slightly infuriated expression could be seen on his face. "At most, I would consider him as my half-brother, and that would be pushing it. After everything he has done so far before the war of the throne even officially starts, how could I consider him as someone related to me?"
