Mental Breakdown

While the royals of both Sorvando and Orsenia were busy trying to uncover the real culprit behind the attack and the real motive behind that attack, the King of Xanmar didn’t have a clue about that incident.

Everard was in his new study room, trying to figure out how the tax system of his Kingdom worked. For the past three days, he was buried in the piles and piles of files and scrolls that were related to the taxes. And right now, he was at the point where the word tax made him want to vomit.

“Why don’t you take a rest for a while, Your Majesty?” Jerome asked Everard when he saw the King pinching the bridge of his nose and gagging while looking at the file in front of him.

Everard, however, shook his head and mumbled, “I can’t afford to rest at the moment, Jerome. I can’t figure out a few things. And I want to clear these issues before I take a rest or do anything else.”