Meanwhile, in the ‘Ifranluan Empire’, the Prince was seated in the meeting room, with his deceased father’s Ministers with him.
Some servants were serving tea for them while the Prince was looking at the World Map, and he glanced over the file with the amount of treasury in his safe room.
He approached the teacup to his lips, pretended to drink it, and then asked, “Tomorrow will be the burial service for my father, mother, and sisters. Is everything taken care of?”
One Minister slowly nodded after looking at his colleagues. “Yes, we already took care of that. No need to worry, my Prince. I mean, my Emperor!”
“I am not the Emperor yet; only tomorrow, after my father’s burial.”