"But can I really do it?" Conchobar wasn't too confident, "I'm not very good at lying, and I'm worried I won't do well in doing something against my heart, I mean, pretending to listen to Uncle Fergus."
"It's not called lying, let me think..."
The man looked toward Conchobar's father's gravestone:
"I think it should be called inheritance, just like your father, or perhaps if you look at it from another angle, you're merely learning how to become a qualified king like your father temporarily through your Uncle Fergus, who is just a tool to you, one that you can discard after use."
"But..." Conchobar stopped short.
"Still worried you won't do it well?"
"Um..."
"What a headache. But since you are the first person I met in this world, I shall magnanimously help you out."
The man flicked Conchobar's forehead:
"Consider it a game of nurturing a king, which is quite interesting."
