"Chapman Lampard?"
In the corridor outside Heroic Spirit Palace's banquet hall, Archduke Olsius muttered this name with a subtle expression, but then he stared at the tiny Thales with a disgusted expression.
"Eckstedt's next common-elected king?" The archduke sneered.
"Brat, I heard that you are a precocious genius," the full-bearded archduke said coldly. "Very well, you are indeed a little smarter than normal children, but this is what I hate the most…"
Thales' face froze. 'Looks like I left a very horrible first impression.'
"Scaring others with sensational rumors, are you? Dueling with the king, Lampard, what else?" Olsius' gaze was cold, and his tone was fierce. "Being an expert at such things, and at such a young age, you will definitely grow into a poisonous snake full of conspiracies and machinations.
