"Without my help, you alone can fight him; he's just a merchant boy. He can't possibly be as good as you. Your son was also killed by his own attack," said the master teacher.
"Yes. I am capable of killing him myself," Duke Lee said confidently.
"Master Teacher, you can see me sitting on that throne," he continued with a chuckle.
"Presumptuous!" shouted Prince Makhota.
"Shut up, you useless prince!" snapped Duke Lee.
The master teacher walked over to the throne chair and sat on it.
Prince Makhota certainly didn't take it well. He was furious, but his injuries were quite severe.
"Calm down, Prince Makhota; he just wants to sit there for a while. You just focus on recovering your strength," Othniel said.
"I don't want this palace to be destroyed because of my failure to become a lead
