The Current King smiled playfully, apparently reading my thoughts.

"Well, I admit I'm a little talkative. There's nothing to do when you're old, and it’s a stigma to talk like this. But I’m not like this with everybody. I turn into a chatterbox only with those who seem trustworthy. Of course, you must be thinking ‘What trustworthy, you just saw me for the first time today’, but then isn’t it the same with the person having fun over there? I think he's my friend's grandson. What’s his name?”

The Current King was holding his temple, struggling to recall, so I simply told him …

"It's Doomstone Blade."

"Yeah! That's the name. That Galak guy bragged about his grandson so much, but I guess he wasn’t just spouting nonsense. To be at that level at just 15, it's similar to Galak 100 years ago.”

You say he's similar to the warrior when he fought against the Demon King? How shocking! 

"Doomstone is 17," I corrected.

He chuckled. "Ahahaha! Is he that old already? I often forget as I get older. Please understand, Miss. I don’t know Miss’ name yet. What's Miss’ name?”

I bowed my head politely and greeted him. "My name is Anemone. I'm sorry for the late greeting, Current King-nim."

He waved his hand. "Hahaha, what do you mean sorry? You don't have to apologize for that....