“Your Majesty, I believe you have to get treatment from us doctors for quite a while.”

“This emperor is not that old yet.”

“No matter how healthy you think your body is, it will still give out on you if you continue to overwork it like this. On top of that, you have already been overworking your body for too long, Your Majesty.”

Emperor Deorte, an old man who had been sitting on the throne for decades, smiled bitterly at the doctor’s words. To be honest, aside from the complications that the imperial doctor had said, his body was truly fine. However, he felt so heavy and languid after sparring with Davey. It was as if he had died hundreds of times.

‘No. I would definitely have died hundreds of times from his hands.’

If he had met Davey on the battlefield or if they were placed on two sides in a hostile relationship, Emperor Deorte was sure that he would have died hundreds of times in the young boy’s hands. Just thinking about the possibility had chills running down his spine.

If only that boy showed up decades or perhaps years earlier, back when Tionis Continent had still been embroiled in a huge continental war. So? What would happen if the boy had shown up back then? Perhaps the one who would hold the hegemony over the Eastern Continent would be the Rowane Kingdom and not the Lyndis Empire.

No, Emperor Deorte was sure that that would have been the outcome. The Lyndis Empire might have the most talented warriors and soldiers. But even if they fought together and combined their strength, once they met that monstrous prince…

Was it simply because the boy had the power of the Saint? There was a possibility. After all, no real...