“I intend to approach this from a different perspective starting from now.”

The next morning, Haild said solemnly as he put down the pot. Juan also made a firm expression and glared at the pot upon smelling what was inside the pot.

“Are you saying that you will do everything you can to help me better handle the crown? It seems like you’ve created something using the tricks and methods of the Crack. All right. I’ve already decided that I will try my best to do whatever I can. Go on and open the pot. I’m ready.”

“Huh? No, this is just breakfast.”

Both Juan and Nienna looked shocked upon hearing Haild’s words.

“You’re pretty harsh with the way you are training me. Is this supposed to help me avoid getting poisoned?” Juan asked.

“No, I already told you. This is just breakfast.”

Haild opened the lid of the pot, causing the faces of both Juan and Nienna to become further distorted.

“Breakfast? Are you sure this isn’t just an offering meant to be placed on the altar of the evil sea god?” Juan asked.

“There must be a line somewhere in the Church’s doctrine that prohibits one from eating such dishes under the name of the emperor, dad,” Nienna said.

“If there isn’t one, I’ll add that line myself. It will be one more reason to discipline those bastards of the Church for their negligence.”

“I know that you...