If Carl kept him in his hands, he couldn't entrust him with important work, but if he gave him to someone else, it felt like a shame since he was the master.
If he wanted to use him, he would have to throw him into enemy territory as if he were throwing a defective grenade.
It would be better if it didn't explode, but if it exploded the moment Carl pulled out the pin, there was really no answer.
'Let's just leave it for now. I can think about how to use him later after we become emperor. He won't be involved in the succession to the throne anyway,' Carl thought.
Carl, who was trying to ignore Jaren, stopped when he felt his hot gaze.
He slowly turned his head to see Jaren staring at Carl, as if his sharp intuition was working better than necessary and his anxiety was proven right.
"... ... ."
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