He felt like collapsing, realizing that there was no Dementia Pill.
Of course, there wasn't. He looked at Mr. Head of the Shadow Door in a silver mask, his eyes rolling with anger. After a long while, he spoke up, "You can't kill me!"
There was no response from the Shadow Door members.
"You Shadow Door are capable, but you are just a social institution. Even if you kill me, no ministers or civilians would accept you. They only need people from the imperial family to take the throne. You are not fit for the throne at all!"
The Shadow Door remained silent.
"You can keep me, and I will let you stay in the court. Then we can make a deal so that I can help you become a qualified King. I will keep some of my authority and the chair, and we can share the world together," suggested the King.
