"Hahaha! Finally, the throne is mine!" Karakh could no longer contain his joy.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. If his father hadn't named Aldrian as his heir, why would he have gone through all the trouble of hatching these dirty schemes?
But it was too late now. He no longer cared about anything called morality.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the direction of the throne room door.
Without realizing it, he looked up and stared ahead.
Instantly, his face turned deathly pale.
"N-Nolan Lorian!?"
The exclamation startled the ministers who had been praising him moments before. In unison, they followed his gaze and froze on the spot.
A handsome young man in his early twenties stepped inside.
He was tall, with black hair and a pair of sharp yet beautiful purple eyes.
It didn't take long for them to recognize him—the Sixth Prince of the Great Velmora Empire, Nolan Lorian!
"Nolan Lorian!? How could he be here?"
"What's happening?!"
