"Hmmm, that's not really a question for me to answer because I don't want the throne, but...it belongs to me. "He grinned as he replied, and completely not pleased with the reply, Ileus's face darkened and he stood up from the sofa. "The throne doesn't belong to you," he said, and Lerkhman's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What do you mean by that?" he questioned, and Ileus chuckled softly. "The throne doesn't belong to you, but belongs to Adrik. And I can assure you that you will never be able to put your butt on that throne." he smirked with confidence in his eyes, and Lerkhman's brows furrowed in a bit of shock. "Ileus, why... are you talking this way? Why are you sounding like you're no longer on my side? " He asked in a bit of confusion, and Ileus slightly shook his head at him. "Are you really asking me that? I am honestly so disappointed in you as my father." He turned to look at him and smiled pessimistically.