“Excuse me, Prince Kyle, but you haven’t mentioned what you just said to anyone else, have you…”

“No, I haven't told anyone else.”

“...Good. You should be very careful about that.”

“I know, teacher Ravwin.”

Kyle looked at Ravwin with a displeased expression.

“So what is your answer to my question?”

Ravwin awkwardly smiled. He was respected by others as the third prince’s teacher, and he was a scholar who basically lived in the third library. However, just because he was respected didn’t mean he had a high status.

The first prince, Vasen Lak Orazen, had already been chosen as the crown prince, so Kyle would have to take the title from Vasen. And depending on the interpretation, simply mentioning it could be considered an act of treason.

‘If I say something even slightly wrong, I’ll be smelling incense from my afterlife.’

But strangely enough, Ravwin realized he wasn’t upset about the idea despite it making him fearful.

So Ravwin said, “Well, you know that’s a difficult question, don’t you?”

“I know. So I wondered many times if I should ask the question or not.”

“...Do you want to become king?”

Kyle’s gaze shifted back to the courtyard.

“Do I want to? I’m not too sure about that.”

“Then why are you asking such a thing?”

“I thought that...