Continuation…
The duke looked from behind the two royals and smiled coldly at them. "Do you know my first plan in taking the mines from this kingdom? Kill every last one of the king's bloodline."
Hearing that directly from the duke's mouth, the prince and the king's eyes widened and none of them could speak for a moment.
Stefan turned away from their faces, afraid that he might burst into laughing. Only he knew that the duke won't do that.
"However, the South king opposed and make me an envoy instead, an ambassador for peace. Quite ironic for war lord like me, isn't it?" Adelard smiled coldly at both of the bereft royals across him.
"What you speak is treason. You are threatening our family." The prince spoke after he had recovered.
