232 Not Really A Position For Me

"Father? Father!"

The youngest son, the pride of Prince Rowan, shook his father's shoulders hard.

The newly-titled Prince finally roused from his fear-induced trance and trembled. He used to palm to rub his forehead, then he stared at the palm. The skin was soaked in glistening cold sweat.

"Father, what happened?" The young prince asked.

The Prince shook his head. The terror was still lingering within his heart. He thought he had seen everything under the sun, including an Armageddon, so he was logically immune to every sort of mortal terror — but that was not the case at all.

When Baiyi had made his rejection clear, Prince Rowan felt like an ant facing an ancient, towering mountain.

He gulped even more wine, letting it slush and whirl within his belly in order to ease himself. As his color returned to his face, he fell into a deep contemplation, 'Just who is Master Hope? Why does he emit a mien far more lethal than death?'