"Dear brother, please do not be upset about yourself. You never asked for these impure little eyes, I know that very well. But, what can I do? This kingdom is in need of a king, a... a pure magic containing king! So, even though I was reculant to be the crown prince, I became a likable candidate to the throne. Don't worry, I may consider about making you my minister." Louise said arrogantly. Lawrence never use to say much back to his arrogance, but now he is quiet bold enough to do so. "Never knew my brother was this kind. If you are reculant to be the crown prince, hand me the position. I know you will be happy to do so." This got Louise off guard and he widened his eyes. But he regained his composure and said. "Oh come dear brother, my magic is better that yours, so how can I give it to you?" "Brother Louise, did you forget? I was 'lost' in London for studies. Either way, I had more standard education than you, so the kingdom should go with the wise king." Louise was enraged, but he calmed down and said again, "Brother, our great grandmother is the one writing the will of who will lead the kingdom. I had been with her since birth and always visited that poor soul." Lawrence asked, "Had she written the will yet?" " N..No? But she will write one soon." Louis had a trace of doubt and uneasiness in his voice and face, a polar opposite to the arrogant and proud face he had when he first came. Lawrence smirked and walked past him saying, "Yes she will. And then let's see, whose name shall the will contain."
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