"I don't think it's fair if we force ourselves to marry a higher race to strengthen our genes, while we despise the lower race. We should remember that we come from a mixture of two different races. If all races had such shortsighted thoughts as us, then we would never have been born." Prince Aerus' words angered King Rahwa.
His thick, protective face seemed to be twitching. The anger in his heart was getting worse. Maybe he regretted this matchmaking a little because his opinion was trampled on by people younger than him.
But he held it back. This was all for the future he had dreamed of all along.
"Oh, you are very wise, Prince Aerus. What you say is true, but all of that also requires calculation. Our ancestors never fused a level 10 gene with a level below 5. You must understand what I mean." King Rahwa puffed out his chest, knowing he could still be in control here. So he would continue with his plan.
