"Pffft."
Zed Crossman dryly laughed before pulling the sword away from Cale's neck.
Toward Cale, who asked him if he knew who he was... The King boldly showed his back.
"How would I not know what is happening in my palace?"
Shhhhhhhh-
A gust of wind blew past him at that moment.
Cale could see people slowly appearing from the trees nearby the library.
Shhhhh.
Zed raised his hand and another gust of wind appeared before those people disappeared.
No, they were just not visible anymore. Cale was sure that they were still here.
They were the shadows that protected the king.
Cale only focused on Zed despite having seen these shadows.
'He knows everything that happened in the First Prince Palace?'
This could simply mean that he knew all of the ruckus that Cale had caused.
'No.'
However, Cale could feel it.
'This isn't that kind of simple answer.'
The king said that he knew everything that happens in the palace.
Those words were extremely deep despite having been said so nonchalantly.
The only people visible right now were Cale and the king.
Cale did not question why the king had to be here of all days.
He was curious about something a little more fundamental.
He was done analyzing the information.
Cale asked since this was an illusion.
"Then you must know of the Dark Elves as well, your Majesty."
Zed Crossman stopped walking. He turned around and quietly observed Cale.
"Not bad."
Cale had to hold back a gasp that wanted to burst out after hearing that short response.
'He knew about them. He knew about the Dark Elves.'
Zed Crossman knew about the Dark Elves and even the Dark Elf blood flowing through Alberu's body.
Furthermore, he knew how Alberu had lived since he lost his mother.
The corners of Cale's lips twisted up as soon as he realized that.
'This guy is no father.'
He asked another question. There was even less hesitation in his voice.
"Do you care about the first prince, your Majesty?"
Zed responded without a second of thought to this question that could have seemed quite daring of a question to ask.
"How could a king make his decisions based on affection?"
Cale's twisted lips curled up even more.
Zed Crossman was not a father.
He was simply a king.
He had no affection for his heirs.
He simply had an heir he 'cared' for on the outside.
"Why is it that you are responding so honestly to me, your Majesty?"
