69 Mistakes Were Made

Reed felt dread. It was the kind that made him feel like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. Sweat dripped down his calm and composed face as he tried his hardest to not show any concern.

"…Is there anything else you'd like to ask me, prince?"

It was worse than he previously imagined — Gramps was once King of the East. He was someone who'd earned the trust of the Lion King, the East's Sovereign. An ancient, national hero who had fought during the Unification War as the Lion King's head general.

A living legend who had once carved out a future for his race during the bloodiest period of history known to the continent. Someone that even the old freaks in Holy Church were wary of for good reason.

That was who that kindly, old geezer really was — The Silver Reaper of the East.

"...Prince? Is something wrong?"