Thales's eyelid twitched.
He scrutinized King Kessel's face and for the first time, he discovered that different emotions could also exist on this resolute and unfeeling face.
Is that so.
His… father.
"No, Your Majesty."
At this thought, Thales said indifferently:
"What I seek is indeed still the same condition as before."
But his tone shifted.
"However, it's not for the so-called 'leniency,' the so-called 'compromise,' the so-called 'gradual progress,'" Thales's expression darkened:
"At least not this time."
King Kessel's dinner knife sliced through the next piece of food, making a crisp sound on the plate.
"What is it for, then?"
The king asked mockingly:
"Has this dinner truly changed something in you?"
Thales silently watched the other party, feeling a multitude of emotions in his chest at that moment.
"Don't you understand yet, Your Majesty?"
The prince lowered his head, picked up his soup spoon, and sighed:
"You cannot defeat them."
