Rui's head fell back as he stared at the ceiling.
He had gone back to Raul, looking for hope that he may have missed last time. But it was entirely pointless.
This fool of a saint was even more irrational than Rui had realized initially.
"You seem distressed." Prince Raul smiled. "Are you in such a dire need of a royal?"
"…Yes," Rui heaved a sigh.
"I don't quite understand," Prince Raul replied as he gazed into Rui's eyes with interest. "Why would a Martial Senior feel so pressured to find an emperor candidate that has earned his approval? What will happen if you don't find someone you approve of? Will something of note happen? Do you possess the power to make them Emperor or Empress?"
For some reason, Raul's sincerity seemed to coax a somewhat truthful answer from Rui.
"…I have much to offer," Rui replied, heaving a sigh. "It may not change the course of the Kandrian Throne War, but it can be impactful."
