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"I don't know." Muria shook his head. Given his current age, the words he had spoken two days ago were indeed astonishing, but when combined with his identity, they seemed quite normal instead. Being of royal blood, having some peculiar characteristics compared to an ordinary infant was just to be expected.
"Then do you remember what you said two days ago?" Ferdinand asked in as even a tone as possible, but even when he deliberately softened his voice, it still carried an inherent sense of authority.
Compared to being a father, he was more accustomed to being a king. Who could blame him for having so many children? As a king, he could manage these children better than as a mere father.
"I have some impression." Muria pretended to ponder for a moment before nodding.
"Do you wish for our nation to become the strongest?" Ferdinand asked with a stiff smile. He had grown used to facing everything expressionless, unaccustomed to smiling.
