"How about this—I'll lend you my power and help you ascend the throne. In exchange, you will give me your body in the future."
Cassian sneered at his words and mocked, "Do you think I'm stupid? Surrender myself to you? That's suicide."
Letting Zerathos control his body was impossible. He didn't want to die, especially before achieving his goal of becoming emperor.
"Don't rush to reject it, Cassian Lorian," Zerathos continued indifferently. "In this world, you have to give something up to get what you want. Now, let me ask you: are you sure you can defeat your siblings in the battle for the throne?"
Cassian fell silent, unsure how to respond. If it had been a few days ago, he would have confidently said he was one hundred percent certain.
But during the ceremony that morning, he had realized how naive he had been.
The noble families preferred Elina, Cedric, Aldric, and Adalen.
