Lucas had to hold back the anger in his heart. His face was twisted and not friendly at all. The people in the palace decided to stay away or give Lucas a way, at least he wouldn't get out of control for now.
After talking to King Leighton, Lucas' mood became darker and darker. Without feeling any guilt, he slammed the bedroom door so hard. However, the anger that could not be released turned out to be very agonizing. Finally, he exhaled a little heavily, although his head still felt quite heavy.
"Why does he have to come? Death is really coming before my eyes." Lucas ruffled his hair until it was messy, but what was even messier was his sour face.
His head was bowed. "I'd better take a shower. Practicing and meditating for too long, an unpleasant smell is coming from my body."
