“Julius, we’re family. As long as you put down your sword, I will spare your life.”

“Why? Why didn’t you just die? You’re clearly gravely ill and on the brink of death. Why are you still occupying the throne?” Julius gritted his teeth as his eyes turned bloodshot.

He looked somewhat frightening.

“Julius, I know you all too well. While you’re extremely talented in both the literary and martial arts, you lack a compassionate heart. You’re also ruthless in your ways.

“That is why you are not suited to be the Prince and also the reason you will never be the Prince,” Rufus explained bluntly.

“Nonsense!”

Julius suddenly roared, “You’ve been the Prince for decades! Once you die, it’ll be my turn next! Who else is more fitting than me throughout West Lucozia?”

already decided the next-in-line for the throne, and it isn’t you.” Rufus shook

Julius

in terms of talent, ability, and prestige? What makes

calmly, “I don’t

on Logan, who has disappeared for ten years? We don’t even know if he’s still

down the throne to him? Are you out of your

a hand to stop him. Compared to Julius’ roaring

tell you that Logan is still alive and doing well. He’s far more outstanding than I was back then and is much more suitable to be the Prince,” Rufus stated

his age, Logan is only a

I have extensive experience on the battlefield, and the prestige I’ve earned among the military

a fair competition, he wouldn’t even be worth mentioning before

Rhys family’s Kirin seriously. If it weren’t for Rufus’ support, suppressing Logan would have been as effortless as swatting

arrogance blinds you to the reality that there

looked at him in pity. “You should expand your horizons, Julius. Don’t just confine yourself to the world of West Lucozia. The

nonsense!

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