“You’ve got no choice…since you met me, Nigel Gawain.”
I turn to look at Calis again…perhaps the prince is not aware that he is killing his own ally.
“…For me…you're not a suitable candidate…” Nigel pauses. “You're too ruthless. You're too wicked. You have a power that the public will never accept. Therefore, you're the least likely person to become a king…
Or if you happen to become one, you'll only be a tyrant king.”
At first, I thought Salzaal would be furious, but not at all. The prince lets out a hysterical laugh as the atmosphere becomes heavier.
“You said I'm ruthless. You said I'm wicked. You judged me. But have you ever thought about why I became like this? Who made me become like this? Oh, you thought I was born wicked! Wonderful!!” The prince laughs while hitting Nigel's shoulder until he grimaces. “I have a power that the public wouldn’t accept, but I want to ask them one question.
What have I done wrong?