Imagination: The Greatest Supplement

"To reject me, I commend his bravery." In the study, seated behind his desk and leaned back aganst his chair, Rudolph smiled lightly.

"As an uncivilized, it is beyond him to imagine your grandeur, Your Highness." Daphne bowed lightly and said.

'…You fucking bastards! Do you know who his wife is? I-s-a-d-o-ra! The legendary princess who can kill you with a sneeze 500 years ago!'

Beads of sweat rolled down Baldur's forehead and he prayed to the stars for Varian to not mention this event to his dear wife.

He just patched up his relationship with his brother-in-law after confessing everything that happened. It's not that he carried any admiration towards this bastard. He just didn't want to face any difficulties in the future.

The grudge of Rudolph wasn't something he could bear.

Rudolph put aside Varian's transgression for the moment. The native would get his 'award' sooner or later.

"Constantine, huh."