'This is the king right now.’

Earl Bruno stopped as he entered the living room. The center of the living room. He stiffened as he found Grid leaning against the railings.

‘Indeed, there’s no sense of dignity.’

Eark Bruno’s ideal king wasn’t a capable person. It was a person who was always dignified, even if he was incompetent. He believed that was a true king.

‘No matter how capable, how can I look up to a man who looks like a peasant?’

Earl Bruno was certain that the commoner Grid would show his humble birth forever.

‘A king should be born from a noble lineage...’

“Are you Earl Bruno?”

Grid’s question interrupted Earl Bruno’s thoughts. Grid kept leaning against the stairs and Earl Bruno’s heart thumped.

‘This look in his eyes...’

Did he send a fierce gaze because he guessed Earl Bruno was the head of the Anti Grid Alliance? Earl Bruno couldn’t tell. Grid was a terrible human. A chill went down Earl Bruno’s spine.

‘The intelligence that allowed him to plan to conquer the throne before the...