The youth in front of him could very well be Emperor Ayn Rand's illegitimate son. After all, according to the rules, every emperor of the Uranos Empire can only be succeeded by the most powerful of the same bloodline. The youth's golden pupils were like a perfect match to the Emperor's, except they seemed to be even more radiant.
"Your Excellency Sandro." Upon seeing the sycophantic expression that appeared on the face of the chubby businessman in front of him, a few suspicions started to emerge in Muria's mind.
"Your Highness, you can just call me by my name. I simply cannot bear being addressed as 'your excellency'." Hearing Muria's address, Andrew was taken aback and hastily wiped the cold sweat that had just formed on his forehead.
