"You are mistaken."
Old Alvin took a deep breath and slowly said, "I won't choose either."
...Really?
Do you fall for that? Trying to show off an unyielding integrity?
Annan was startled for a moment, but then he became excited.
Seeing the strange light flickering in Annan's eyes, Old Alvin hurriedly explained, "No, don't get me wrong. Because I… am actually not a person of the Third Prince; I am but a mere nail by his side."
He sighed and looked into Annan's eyes, saying slowly, word by word, "I'm not quite sure if you've put some kind of 'die if you lie' Curse Binding on me… but I think you should be able to tell that what I'm saying now is all true. We can totally work together because, at least for now, we are not enemies."
While speaking, Old Alvin took a deep breath, his expression turning serious.
He showed an expression that was somewhat familiar to Annan, uttering a sentence that was also somewhat familiar to him:
"—Have you ever heard of the Rotten Husband?"
