But in the end, he just lowered his head and sighed slightly while the king couldn't see him.

However, some people still interrupted the king regardless of the atmosphere.

"His Majesty."

Thales turned around in surprise, but it was the silent Yodel who spoke.

The secret guard’s expression behind the mask is unknown, but his hoarse voice is extremely firm:

"He is your bloodline first, your son!"

"In the end, he is your heir."

"And you can't turn a blind eye to that."

Thales raised his head and saw King Kessel V exhaling a long breath.

Then he closed his eyes.

"Yes, he is my son," the king said solemnly with his eyes closed, holding the scepter tightly, "that's why I am here today."

"I handed him over to you. Remember, one month."

After all, Kaiser V didn't say much.

The lenses on Yoder's mask paused for a moment, and finally he lowered his head and stopped talking.

A touch of doubt and surprise spread into Thales' heart.

The king nodded, looked at Gilbert and Yoder who were kneeling on one knee, and looked at Thales who was stunned with complicated and unreadable eyes, and turned around and left without hesitation.

Gilbert and Yodel slowly stood up.

The strong figure slowly walked down the stairs.

The footsteps were heavy but majestic.

The majesty of the king.

What?

Is this—the end?

Thales was shocked and looked at his leaving "father" in disbelief.

This is not right.

This so-called father...he is the father of this body, isn't he?

but why.

He seems so... emotionless?

and.

Things related to my future...

So decided?

I didn't even have a chance to speak...

"Wait a moment!"

Thales finally couldn't help it and shouted.

He was tired of being a powerless chess piece.

The strong figure paused and turned around.

Gilbert looked at Thales in surprise, while Yodel's expression was still hidden behind the mask.

Looking at the king who was gradually turning around, and bearing his sharp gaze, Thales actually felt that his back molars were a little heavy.

But he still spoke with difficulty.

"I, although we have never met..." Thales hesitated, he stretched out his hands and waved helplessly in front of him, thinking about his words: "But since you are mine... I mean, since we are

…”

The king held on to the handrail of the stairs and looked at Thales with an indescribable complex look.

Thales closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again and exhaled:

"I think..." He bit the words with difficulty, and his usual sharp teeth disappeared.

Damn...

What attitude and words should I use to face... this man who is both a father and a king?

Rumu?

indifferent?

Dumb?

surprise?

None of them are right.

Gilbert next to him stretched out his hand towards Thales, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he chose silence.

Thales's breathing quickened, and he frowned and said, "I'm actually a little confused. Maybe you, as my... can help me answer it."

"After all, we are... blood relatives. And you have talked so much about heirs, kingdoms, and engagements, but I don't know anything."

"This may not be important to you, and you don't care much..."

King Kessel V held the scepter tightly, but did not reply a word, only his eyebrows slowly frowned.

Thales bit his lip, feeling the burn on his chest begin to hurt again.

hateful.

Even the most failed paper publication is not so embarrassing.

He waved his hands gently and organized his words:

"But this is my future. If you have decided... you should at least let me know a little bit."

"Besides, you said no one needs to know my past...but at least I want to, I mean..."

"At least I need to know my past."

"I really want to know what happened."

"And, the path I will take."

Kessel's eyes changed when he looked at Thales.

It is no longer the gaze of sizing, scrutinizing and inspecting.

It was as if he realized for the first time that Thales was a human being.

And he's his son.

Thales sighed.

never mind.

He opened his eyes and looked straight at "father".

"Yes, I want to know everything about me."

"I want to know my origin, such as...who is my mother, where was I born, and how did I become like this?"

"Also, my identity, my future, the choices I have..."

"Answers like this..."

"Instead of being an outsider, a chess piece, an object..."

"If I am really your...son."

Thales gritted his teeth and said that word.

Although your behavior...is really not like what a normal father should be.

Even if you are a king.

Thales felt a little dizzy. The consumption tonight was already too much for his seven-year-old body.

The king finally looked at him, the sky-blue pupils in his deep eye sockets radiating light.

At that moment, King Kessel V's eyes were quite complicated and difficult to understand, and Thales could not read anything more.

"Child, what is your name?"

Just listen to the supreme ruler of the stars ask in his thick voice.

Thales stared at Kessel.

"Tales," he heard himself say, "my name is Thales."

Did you just remember to ask your son’s name now?
To be continued...