If he, Braydon Neal, reached the pinnacle realm, the capital would rush him to Mount Tanish that very night to place the fate of the country on Braydon's shoulders.
Carrying the fate of the country meant being alone; a thousand years of loneliness!
At that time, Braydon was only seventeen years old.
Braydon was the son of Hansworth!
Who in the world could be friends with the son of Hansworth?
What kind of woman could be worthy of His Highness, the Northern King?
No one!
Braydon liked to wear plain clothes because he liked the meaning behind them.
A commoner with plain clothes and no official position could make Braydon's life easier and more casual.
But now, everyone in the world was forcing Braydon to lead a life he did not want!
The ruler was forcing Braydon to do what he did not want.
Duke Dominic Lowe and Prime Minister Barrett Yearwood were all pressuring Braydon.
