A fragrant smell rose from the teapot. Like the expensive tea leaves it was brewing, the teapot looked luxurious and had beautiful patterns. Zich placed his finger between the teacup’s handle and raised it up to his face. He smelled the tea’s fragrance and took a sip. Then, as Zich placed his cup down, he exclaimed, “Even the tea from the palace is high-class.”

The Crown Prince sat in front of him and begrudgingly stared at Zich’s composed appearance. “…You are so calm. Is it because you don’t feel any sense of danger?”

“What do you mean, Your Highness? I’m also human too and I feel as if I’m in danger at times. And why would I feel threatened right now? Besides, if one lives honestly, there’s nothing for them to worry about.”

How could a person related to plots against the entire kingdom and the Crown Prince’s assassination attempt show an attitude like this—even if he was on the side, revealing these schemes? Moreover, even though Zich was treated well, he was currently locked inside the palace. 

‘I don’t know if it’s because he is courageous or thoughtless.’

Considering Zich’s skills and everything he had accomplished, it seemed as if it was the former.

“For now, I have pardoned all the...