Another step forward.
"I'm not here to request anything from you. I'm not here to beg. I'm here to tell you exactly what will happen if this war continues."
Larus's eyes went cold—genuinely, terrifyingly cold.
"If this war happens, I promise you—I 'myself' will enter the battlefield. And dear father, you haven't forgotten, have you? Who my mother truly was?"
The King of Marus's face went completely pale.
"You..." he started, but couldn't finish the sentence.
Because that was the truth. The hidden truth that no one outside this room knew.
Larus's birth mother had been a brilliant military strategist. A tactical genius. The woman who had actually won every major victory attributed to the King of Marus.
She had been his childhood friend. Some said his first love, though that was debatable given how he'd treated her.
