Wozworth dismissed the soldiers stationed near the palace and pushed open the door alone.
The room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, dimly illuminated by the Magic Lamp. A figure sat silently in the chair, motionless, as if a statue enshrouded in shadows.
That was his own son.
Once the Prince of the Oville Empire.
But now, his appearance was particularly haggard. It seemed he hadn't slept well for a long time; dark circles were evident around his eyes.
His skin also showed a sickly pallor.
Yet, the Prince did not appear tired; on the contrary, he was very spirited.
In those deeply sunken eyes, there was an intense excitement. His mouth even neurotically cracked into a slit, eagerly awaiting the morrow…
He would, in the Duel Arena, before countless people, slay the Hero, proving to everyone that he was superior to the Hero.
He wanted Antasia, that foolish woman, to understand who the real powerhouse was.
