Crown Prince Voltaire had been in a great mood until he arrived in Maren. For him, visiting Maren was just entertainment. Similar to his younger brother Localope, it only served to provide him a small amount of amusement and pleasure in his boring daily life.

Localope?

Voltaire could have chased his younger brother to the end of Brantia to eliminate him if he had so desired. Even so, he had chosen not to do so. The reason was simple—the excitement and joy he could experience would only grow if Localope matured and improved. It was more fun to catch an annoying fly than an ant that he could crush at any time. Of course, neither ants nor flies really meant anything to Crown Prince Voltaire.

However, Localope had netted himself a very nice supporter after being allowed to grow into a fly.

Jan Eugene Batla. He was a fairly prestigious knight local to Maren and its surrounding areas, and he had become a Duke of Brantia before eventually rising to the throne of Maren as its king. Moreover, it was said that Jan Eugene was one of the highest-ranking members of the Dark Clan, one of the very few, so-called ‘monarchs’.

Prince Voltaire had been overjoyed. If Localope had gained the support of such a man, it would provide Voltaire with even greater joy. Crushing Localope would be worthwhile by then.

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