Chapter 62. The Yellow Cloth

As bitter as it was - it was still the truth. Shwet knew because he had survived all those painful years while only hanging by those questions.

In the silence created by the golden barrier, Shwet became a little stiff. Advik's words touched some unknown depth in his isolated heart.

A smile lingered on Advik's lips as he looked at Shwet - pondering and frowning so deeply as he stared at him. He said calmly, "So... not 'Your Highness' but 'Your Majesty' from now on, right?"

The mighty Demon Emperor's eyes widened as he heard Advik - surprised by those unexpected words. His soft gaze met with the enchanting blue-eyes, the corner of his lips rose slightly. "I prefer to stay as the Crown Prince Shwet Umaya in your eyes, not the Demon Emperor Shwet."