A New Empire
"What is he doing here?" John asked coldly, his gaze fixed on Donald.
"Of course, I am here under the King's order to keep an eye on you after three months in Sancta Vedelia. Both you and Edward Falkrona are criminals, do I have to remind you?" Donald asked, wearing a polite smile while rubbing his mustache.
Suddenly, Mom stepped forward, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Little Donny, the next time you call my son a criminal, I will rip off your tongue."
"That's quite a serious threat you're giving me, Alea Olphean," Donald chuckled softly.
So, Donald Trueheart knows my real identity?
I don't like this at all.
"Please calm down, Alea. He is the Chancellor of Celesta," Aunt Belle seemed unusually on guard as well.
"Yes, Celesta?" Mom nodded with a smile. "The same country that killed my sister, my dear niece and nephew, and tortured my precious son? I'm supposed to care about that?"
As expected of Mom.