It had been almost a week since Raphael had seen his father at home, he walked to his father's room to check if his father was there but the room was empty, still neat as before, snorting as he looked around inside. Somehow, this was expected.
Clicking his tongue as he shut the door roughly with a bang, It was really annoying how busy his father was, even though he had promised him but this had passed a few days after they last met.
What's the point of having wealth and power if you can't keep a single promise with your son? Being the successor was not something that interested him at all. His father's clear image made Raphael even more determined not to enter the competition.
