Gregory clenched his fists in determination.
Before his father passed, he told him about a few aspirations he wished Gregory could fulfill during his reign.
['Gregory, my boy... Though many say I am a good ruler, I know I am not. I was very greedy when I started, hoarding my riches while letting others suffer.
On the surface, I looked kind, but behind closed doors, I was indeed vicious. But maybe because I've touched me, I began to change ever since you came into my life.
From only seeing you as a blood relative to loving you... This old man has changed since then.
And now, waiting for death's call, I realized how wrong I was. Gregory... You must never become like my past self.
Protect our people and lead them to a better tomorrow.]
Gregory's eyes were red.
His father died strangely, suddenly growing weaker and weaker by the day, until he finally passed away.
The 17-year-old Gregory felt he wasn't ready for the throne.
