"But His Majesty is not your enemy!"
In the palace corridor, Gilbert Cassel turned pale with shock.
"He is your father! You cannot be his enemy! You must not..."
Thales let out a wry smile with a hum:
"Must not?"
Gilbert composed himself, trying to remain calm:
"Listen, Your Highness, I indeed had always anticipated you, trusted you, and been loyal to you, but that was never my intent!"
"Then what could it possibly be?"
Thales said with irony:
"To have me play the Prince, just to be a mascot in the Mindis Hall?"
Gilbert's frown deepened, growing more anxious:
"No, Your Highness, you are supposed to be the future that everyone is waiting for, everyone! And you have always acted as such, everything should have happened naturally, like water flowing into a channel!"
But Thales only silently looked at the hand that the other person had placed on his shoulder.
Wasn't everything now happening naturally, like water flowing into a channel?
Teacher?
