At the utterance of these words, nearly everyone was convinced that Prince Lance, out of jealousy and rivalry, was plotting to murder the Hero!
Even Morton, the Royal Guard Knight Commander, felt that such a prince was utterly unqualified and entirely undeserving of inheriting the imperial throne.
If the throne fell into Lance's hands, the destruction of the Empire seemed predictable in the near future.
Morton took a deep breath, "The struggle for the throne has nothing to do with me; I am loyal to His Majesty, not to others. I will report what has happened here truthfully to His Majesty. As for the final decision, that is His Majesty's concern."
Having said that, Morton unfurled a Magic Scroll.
...
Within the Imperial City.
Wozworth was lounging comfortably on a sofa, leaning back on a soft cushion, with a stunningly voluptuous young woman in his arms, appearing to be only in her twenties.
Her body, serpentine and seductive, gently twined itself in Wozworth's embrace.
