But deep down, he was nothing more than a cowardly, timid man.
It made Rocco wonder—had he and his brother ever gotten along?
Maybe not.
Just because they were family didn't mean their relationship was simple.
Even Rocco and Sylas's bond hadn't been easy.
Their journey to this point had been complicated, full of struggles and tangled emotions.
And for royalty, it must have been even worse.
"…You as well."
The quiet words pulled Rocco from his thoughts.
The fox beastman, who had been silently observing, finally spoke.
His voice was calm, unreadable.
Georgio turned to face him, curious.
Looking Georgio directly in the eye, the fox beastman spoke again—this time, with certainty.
"If you put it that way, why do you follow that ignorant, foolish child as your master?"
"…What?"
