Lawrend left the royal room and went into the king's throne. Aezel followed behind him with a sly smile on her face.
Lawrend could guess what was on her mind, but he ignored her. They soon arrived in the throne room, and he sat on the throne.
It was covered in gold and various expensive ornaments. There was an open window located at the high ceiling, and it cast a waterfall of sunlight.
Lawrend sat on the throne. At that moment, everything seemed to dim down. He carried with him an aura of majesty and power.
He didn't waste his time at the ship. He was getting closer and closer to becoming an Earth Mage. Even if he didn't want to exert his powers, the world around him kneels.
"Master…"
Aezel half-kneeled as soon as she saw him sit down. Sitting on a royal throne made him more majestic and awe-inspiring. She couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster.
"Rise," Lawrend calmly said.
