The Orcs' king moved his gaze on the messenger, and opened his mouth.
"Leave me."
The man nodded, and walked out from the hall.
The King then relaxed on his throne, lost in thought:
'Be under the Cursed Child? That means I'll be against the Grand Priests, can Terra Protect me and my Kingdom? Should I submit to the Cursed Child everyone says he's the destroyer of our world? Or... I should submit, and hide it from the priests?'
He was confused, and lost with all the questions.
"What are you doing, Dad?"
He raised his head to the door, seeing his first son walking inside the hall.
"Why do you look so pale?" The young Orc asked in mild confusion.
The King thought for a moment, and tossed the scroll to his son. "I want to hear your say in this, you'll take after me soon... So I'll like to hear you side."
