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Some of the remaining royalty in the Boltis Kingdom were apprehensive about potential repercussions from the crisis, so they surrendered without considering the consequences on their nation. Davey's demands to the kingdom could strip them of their nation’s foundational power. No matter how unequal a treaty was, no one made demands like this.
Furthermore, the kingdom’s king and prince exploded to death before a formal trial. It was no wonder that conspiracy theories abounded.
"Conspiracy theories?"
"It's simple. Remember the saying, 'the dead tell no tales'?" Davey responded, swirling his wine glass.
"Hmm... I'm not quite following, Brother."
"Don’t overthink it. Conspiracy theories are similar to the deductions made by twisting the clues to fit them. Let’s suppose that we orchestrated the death of the Boltis king. Naturally, people will wonder why."
Baris adjusted his glasses, nodding. Though they were astute and competent royals, both he and Illyna were still young.
‘In that light, you’ll be an unsolvable riddle to most nobles and royals. They’ll see you as a monster.’
To Perserque’s telepathic message, Davey scoffed.
‘My soul is a millennium old. Some things should stand out.’
‘Age doesn't always equate to maturity, Davey.’
‘Your husband won't be one of those people. Don’t worry.’
Although Davey was also only seventeen,...
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