In the largest and most splendid room of the Thistle Palace, two men sat across from each other in comfortable positions.

One man was in his mid-20s and had a drowsy look, but sharp eyes. The other man was in his early twenties and had a beautiful but cold, noble atmosphere.

The attending maids stood beside the door, not daring to raise their heads. The unapproachable presence was due to the dignity and the immense spirit that the two men were giving off, even though they had not engaged in a conversation yet.

One man’s identity was the son of the majestic emperor, someone who may become the crown prince, and the other man was the head of a family with a dragon as its guardian.

With the exception of the emperor and the empress, who were rarely ever seen, the two men were practically the most prominent figures in the imperial castle.

They couldn’t help but be nervous.

However, the two men didn’t seem to notice and broke into a light smile after staring at each other for a while.

“I think you have gotten even thinner even though it hasn’t been that long since we last saw each other.”

“Ha! Hasn't been that long? What nonsense are you spouting? Two seasons have gone by. And I haven’t gotten thinner, I’ve lost the extra flab. I’ve been prone to massive headaches because of some guy causing disasters all over the place.” Ian answered in a gruff matter.

“I didn’t do it for myself. By the way, what is going on? An exalted prince coming out all this way to...