Oliver Ve Lenfenth

Three days later.

Royal Palace.

A middle-aged man was sitting on his throne. There was no one in the room aside from him. He had just finished the meeting in the throne room but chose to stay behind for a bit as if waiting for someone.

Suddenly, a figure appeared next to him as if he was a ghost that had just manifested. He brought a small piece of paper and presented it to him.

"Your Majesty. We've received an urgent report. That man has made his move."

"!!!"

Yes, he was the king of the Muivell Kingdom, Oliver Ve Lenfenth. He was surprised because the person in his subordinate's mouth was none other than the brother he fought in the throne war. He was the Third Prince, Elvien Ve Lenfenth.

His expression turned grim because he had been trying to suppress the Third Prince this whole time. Hearing the other party making his move could give him a reason to go after him and reduce his strength even further.