The useless Prince of Akrasea
Morgan Fletcher, the 2nd Prince of Akrasea Empire.
A young man who looked to be 27 years old with dark red hair was standing in a room, a tent room with pretty bright lighting, with lamps emitting bright light from every corner of the room.
The man was facing a wide table where there was a wide sheet of cloth depicting a map, a map showing the area of the Beris region.
"Scrap!!!"
The man grabbed a token shaped like an octopus figure from the top of the map, squeezed it with his hands, and threw it on the floor.
"Scrap!!! They killed another one of my babies, Scrap!!!"
The man's eyes narrowed, and his breathing suddenly became faster. He looked back at the map on the table, where there were six tokens scattered in various areas.
"They don't know!" Morgan clenched his fists. "How hard I am working to collect those monsters!"
Morgan stepped back, then sat on the dark blue sofa, crossed his legs, and supported his chin with his hands.