Days passed in the blink of an eye, and the preparations for Arren's coming-of-age ceremony, which was also his 15th birthday, began. The Duke was especially paying attention to it, and the Katz mansion entered its busiest week.
"Dad,"
"What is it, son?"
"Can I invite His Majesty?"
The Duke stopped in his tracks and gazed at his son. Arren, for some reason, was unable to meet his father's eyes.
"Can I?" he repeated. It was only a formality since Arren really wanted to invite the emperor in the first place.
His father sighed and ruffled Arren's hair. "You can, of course. That's your day, my son. You can invite whoever you want."
