"I should really take the throne before he dies."
"...?"
As Frederick's health deteriorated by the day, Hamon knew he didn't have long with his father, but before then, he wanted to do this much for him. He'd have to change in this lifetime, he would have to take the throne to prove he could become king even with the cursed blood flowing through his veins. He would face it instead of running away like a coward.
Oliver, who had no idea what Hamon was talking about, stretched his ear awkwardly before saying, "I'll relay your message, I'll let you know when I get any update from the knights."
Hamon rose from his seat with a small nod of his head. It was already late in the night, and if he could remember clearly his wife hated to be defeated. In their last life, she'd always get drunk after feeling defeated by the other soldiers. He had to return to her before she ended up doing just that.
