The sin of the river of hell flowed faster and faster in his veins, becoming more and more ferocious.

Exeter's brave and capable Northland army...

Are they all just decorations?

The fists in his sleeves closed unconsciously.

The sin of Jailhe gradually took shape and spread throughout his body.

No.

Thales thought while taking a deep breath.

We can't count on Exeter, we can't count on those stupid losers to help Selma.

He has to do something.

but……

but.

Think about it, Thales, think about it, think about it, what else can you do?

Ask Gilbert for help? Ask the Star Kingdom to come forward? Contact the kingdom’s secret department?

but……

Thales sadly discovered that as a prince, no matter what means he resorted to or what path he took.

Hovering over the Mindis Hall is still the huge shadow that cannot be avoided.

He finally escaped from the hostile Exeter and returned to the Star Kingdom, but he was still like a caged bird.

Faced with an old friend who needs a helping hand...

Nothing can be done.

Or is this the truth of his life in this world?

His fate?

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Megan Priest, whom he had known for a short time.

[The setting sun witnesses that our fate has long been linked to each other.]

Thales closed his eyes weakly.

The sunset.

If you were real and controlled the power...

If you are really the patron saint of my family and country...

please.

Please bless her, help her, and take care of her.

Pity the innocent girl who was involved in my unfortunate fate.

etc.

He does not understand the gods.

but.

Compared to the gods, those who really exist and control their power...

Thales opened his eyes gently.

Maybe……

Maybe there is a way...

only……

The price to pay...

Thales gritted his teeth.

Within his body, the sin of Hell River roared ferociously.

But if, if this could save her from an even more miserable future...

Thales' eyes became colder and colder.

The restlessness of the prison river intensified, almost boiling.

at this time.

Snapped!

Thales was slapped hard on the shoulder!

He subconsciously wanted to fight back, but the person behind him held his arm tightly, making him unable to move forward or retreat!

"Your Highness!"

Mallos stood in front of him, grabbed Thales' right hand, and patted the prince's chest lightly:

"really……"

Thales gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the desire to pounce on his personal guard captain.

The power of termination in his body was suppressed, roaring in his blood.

Like an untamed beast being tied back into a cage.

"I said there is something missing here..."

The watchman still held the prince's right arm.

He looked at Thales' flat and smooth chest, frowned and muttered:

"I guess he didn't steal the bright star badge in Barney's hand in the banquet hall."

"And it's just that you are too wasteful. You sent him away just because there was a poor boy opposite you... Of course, it could also be because of the beautiful woman..."

After hearing the officer's words, Doyle, who was not far away, smiled knowingly at his colleagues, but Glover still responded to him coldly.

"By the way, Your Highness, let me introduce the following guests..."

Thales raised his head with difficulty.

Then with the same difficulty, he smiled.

Under the introduction of Mallos, the Duke of Star Lake warmly welcomed the arrival of Bern Talon - the lord of Glacier City had met him at the state meeting six years ago and was one of the thirteen earls.

First, he is a distant relative and close minister of the Bright Star royal family. In fact, the first Earl of Talon was granted the title of Duke of Star Lake before he split the land and sealed the territory.

This makes Count Tallon's visit even more meaningful.

But this information, which he memorized by heart, just flowed through Thales' brain meaninglessly, supporting him to put on a perfect smile and make false greetings again.

At this moment, Thales suddenly had a sympathetic understanding of his enemy, Jann Kelvindill.

The Duke of Iris, who wanted to kill him by the hands of the vampires, was probably like this, with a heavy burden in his heart and a face as bright as spring breeze.

Welcome and send.

Four seasons as usual?

He watched with enthusiasm as Count Taron followed Marius away with such grace that no one could fault him.

but……

Is this all he can do?

Thales thought sarcastically:

Standing here, leaning against the door and showing off for some stupid banquet of your own?

At the same time, the girl to whom she owes a lot may be trapped in the enemy camp...

Thales took a deep breath.

At this moment, a low word penetrated into his ear.

"I'm thinking, maybe it was a wrong choice to let you practice swordplay last night? Did it make your youthful heart even more restless?"

Thales paused and looked at Marius, who had returned from unknown time.

The latter was close to his ear and whispered:

"Unless you want to start a life-and-death duel with a certain guest tonight to show off the fierce and heroic wind brought back from the north," Mallos said sarcastically:

"Otherwise, please take care of your finishing power."

Thales calmed down:

"you know?"

"Don't forget, I am your martial arts teacher." Mallos said calmly.

He then turned his head as if nothing had happened, blocking Thales behind him, and scolded D.D. who was making faces at Glover.
To be continued...