"Crown Prince Amon, the preparations are done. We await your orders."
Amon nodded. "Papa, do you want to add some more?"
King Vasillia laughed. "Nah, son. You're better in handling these things. Whatever you decide, I'll go with it."
"But Papa, you are still the King!"
"And you will be King. So now, I decree that my son take over me. That's that!" He clapped his hands in delight while the people around him were dumbfounded.
Seriously, was this man their King?
"Papa! You just can't issue a decree out of the blue!"
King Vasillia whirled around to face his son and spoke in a fierce voice, "I am the King! I can do whatever I want. And you do not have the right to correct me!"
"Hah! Caught you! You are still the King Papa. So blah blah blah!" Amon laughed at his own trick, his hands wa
