"Alfred, is it ready?"
Martin stood tall and proud, eyes studying the eternity of the forest.
Nothing could live up to this moment—the moment when he would determine which of his children would succeed the throne after him.
He may not show it, but he had been looking forward to it.
Alfred moved closer, his head slightly bowed as he replied,
"All three of them have taken different routes in the forest; they have already begun their search for the blade."
Hearing that pushed a smile onto Martin's face.
"And Sylus?"
"Are you asking about his whereabouts, Your Highness?"
"Yes."
Weird—Martin wasn't the type to play favorites. Even if Sylus had the rare catalyst star, if he couldn't use it to its full potential, then he was never worthy of it.
This was something Martin's has always preached.