"Believe you? The only way? No better choice?"
King Kessel chewed on these words, as if in deep thought.
Thales controlled his breathing, staring intently at the king.
The king paused for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.
"Hahahaha..."
The laugh was eerie, and the surrounding lamps flickered in response.
Unconsciously, Thales clenched his fists, feeling a heaviness in his chest, the air around him oppressive and heavy.
But he had no way out.
The laughter slowly subsided.
"From what I see, Duke Thales of Castle Star Lake," the Iron Fist King's tone became calm but all the more frightening:
"The Crown is not on your head."
The Crown.
A wave of inexplicable palpitations hit Thales, causing his breathing to become uneven.
"Even if we do not take this road," the king said indifferently:
"The wheels of the Kingdom are destined not to stop."
