"I refuse!... Your Majesty."
"..."
"But why? All the riches! All the comforts of being royalty! You won't ever have to go on life-threatening missions either!" King Highland asked, appearing saddened.
But Sylvester smelled the same scent as the last time—lies. For some reason, he realized King Highland was lying to him. His persona of being kind and gentle was likely not false, but this one thing about adopting him was definitely a lie. Why? He'd have to find out on his own.
"This is my life now. All the people I know, the friends and families, all expect something from me, and that expectation is from this life I am living right now. I have given myself to the service of Solis, and I do not plan on leaving this anytime soon." Sylvester replied.
King Highland nodded and smiled. With that, Sylvester was pleasantly shocked to sense the scent of tulips, a sign that some sort of worship was emerging in the man's mind.
