What was he hesitating for... Orenmo's rebels were getting closer and closer to the Capital City... The throne that rightfully belonged to him was about to fall into the hands of another.
"Grace is within reach, if you do not accept it, the throne will be far from you,"
Bandi was being overlooked by Dragon God Endora, plunging into bewilderment. He knew that once he took that step, he could never go back.
"Seek my grace, Bandi,"
By his ear,
With just a sentence, Dragon God Endora shattered Bandi's frail defenses,
"After all, your God has left you, your God is punishing you."
Bandi's pupils contracted sharply.
This bastard was trembling all over, tears of weakness streaming from his eyes.
Perhaps... it was as those nobles and ministers said, after his father had executed the Angel, God's punishment descended.
In that case... what could he depend on to protect his own throne?
Rely on the God who granted reason?