|….nothing, your highness, nothing at all....|
"…..I see….I thought you were planning a grand scheme or something? Or….am I wrong?"
The smiling Marquise seized his smirk in panic. He was thinking of the grand day where he would rule his kingdom which his ancestors had fought for but he was too excited, so excited that he didn't consider the person before him was a person of perception.
|no….that's not, Your Highness. I wouldn't dare…..this Kingdom is my gift for you. I just hope that you wouldn't forget my goodness in the future.|
Atlas wasn't an i***t that the fiery head before him had already considered him as a person from a major power. Why wouldn't he, his charisma and the aura of the bloodline "Don" mixing with his celestial aura? It would only protrude an aura of a grand royal.
