“...” Seo Jun-Ho stared at the tip of the wooden stick in a daze.

Kis’ exposition made him feel as if his head was going to explode.

The cold wind chilled Seo Jun-Ho’s forehead as he raised his hand and swept up his hair. A moment later, he came to his senses.

“So you’re saying that I have the potential to kill the Archduke?”

Kis nodded.

“...I’m not sure about that.”

Seo Jun-Ho’s voice was as weak as a deflated balloon as he briefly pictured the future in his head.

‘Even the Transcendents couldn’t do anything about the Archduke.’

Such meant that the Archduke was at least a Transcendent, and there was a very high chance that he had reached the Absolute Stage by now.

“And I’ll be the one to kill him? How am I supposed to do that?”

Seo Jun-Ho couldn’t hold back an embarrassed laugh.

“What if… what if Frost chose the wrong person?” he asked in a diffident voice.

“Her Majesty is never wrong.”

“Everyone makes mistakes.”

“Her Majesty makes no mistakes.”

“...”

Seo Jun-Ho looked at Kis with a frustrated gaze. Kis stared back at Seo Jun-Ho, but the look on his face was confident.

“I’m not just saying this out of blind faith. There’s a basis for my trust.”

“Like what?”

“...I’ve...