"Then why have you kept silent for the past six years? Why did you wait until I returned to China to reveal this matter in front of me?"

Morat paused for a while, thoughtfully.

"You are right, Your Highness."

"We started paying full attention to this..."

The old man said harshly:

"It's precisely because you have returned to China."

"Because as the Duke of Star Lake, you are now - to be precise, when you just expressed your dissatisfaction with my wheelchair - you can really reach the so-called 'powerful' level."

Morat looked at the other end of the interrogation room:

"That's why we let you see the scene just now."

"Your 'weakness'."

weakness.

Thales was stunned.

"What's the meaning?"

The Black Prophet grinned.

"Your Highness, you are young, mature and extremely smart. I don't need to say anything to understand His Majesty's intention of asking you to come here."

"About the 'mess' you saw," the old man turned to the empty room on the other side of the glass, with black-veined vine branches going back and forth, as if he was staring at Thales all the time:

"What do you think?"

A mess.

Thales's heart was empty.

Without waiting for his answer, Morat said slowly:

“Unemployed workers at the winery…”

"An order for dueling weapons from the blacksmith shop..."

"The nobles of the Blade Territory protested..."

Every time he said a word, Thales fell into a daze.

"A murder caused by lettuce..."

"Also, the Northland girl from Hongfang Street..."

These, these are all...

Thales' lips moved slightly, but in the end he couldn't squeeze out even a single word.

"I know."

Morat's tone softened:

"You feel aggrieved, depressed, sad and angry."

"All of this is actually not your intention."

"But that's the power of power."

The power of power.

Thales was speechless.

The Black Prophet continued to stare at him, smiling broadly, but with no warmth in his eyes.

"Before this, everyone - whether it is Count Kasuo, Lady Jinni, or even His Majesty, they must have warned you: As the Prince of Stars, Duke of Star Lake, and the heir to the throne of this kingdom, your decision will have far-reaching consequences.

endless."

Thales took a deep breath: "I know, I will try to make up for it..."

But Morat suddenly shouted loudly, drowning out his confession:

"But maybe they didn't tell you the crueler part: What you do doesn't really matter compared to the high position you hold."

"No matter how you try to make up for it, it won't help."

Thales raised his head in shock.

"What?"

Doesn't matter?

To no avail?

The old man moved the wheelchair and came to him with a hoarse voice:

"Because your 'behavior' itself is more influential than its content and substance."

“What matters is not what you did, whether you did it or not, nor whether you did it right or wrong, but what matters is where you are.”

At that moment, the Black Prophet's eyes were like a bottomless black hole, possessing unprecedented suction power, firmly covering Thales:

"It is your place and existence."

What matters is not what you did...

It is your place and existence...

Thales frowned and looked at the old man.

But what came to his mind were the words of another "person":

[Tales, in this world, they don’t hate us... What they cannot forgive and find difficult to accept is not our behavior...]

【But our existence.】

"Under the power of power, your position is different from that of others, and the gap is established. No matter what you do at the upper reaches of power, what is supposed to happen will always happen."

The Black Prophet's expression was indifferent and his eyes were misty. He looked at Thales, but it seemed more like he was looking into the distance:

"If you make a little wave, the torrent will roll in."

"You are understated, but you are full of color and ink."

"Your whisper is deafening."

Morat sighed slowly, feeling inexplicably:

"Power, it pours down like a torrent and overwhelms everything: starting from you, to the noble of the Blades just now, to the businessman Dagory and the blacksmith old Gibbon, and even to Miss Belicia and the poor

From the vegetable and fruit farmers to all the people in the kingdom, there is no exception."

"No one can save it, and it is powerless to stop it."

"This is the 'weakness' that ultimately prevents you from reuniting with your childhood friends after so many years."

Thales was stunned.

[Your Highness, with all due respect, it is very simple to find their whereabouts...]

【But, what happens after you find it?】

Gilbert's words rang in his mind:

[Have you ever thought about the impact your rewards, repayments, or even just secret observations may have on them? 】

[It’s easy to do one thing, but it’s extremely difficult to perfectly handle the countless consequences it brings.]

Thinking of this, Thales became more and more depressed.

"You mean... no matter what I do, power will always distort what I do, and as a prince, I can only accept it in exchange for a cold and hard heart?"

Morat didn't speak. He looked at the young man in front of him carefully.

There was silence in the interrogation room for a long time.

Until the Black Prophet's eyes focused again:

"In fact, in order to prevent such accidents and losses, at the upper reaches of power, at the top of the crowd, around us..."

"A high wall is built from here."

Thales raised his head.

The Black Prophet’s eyes were shining and he spoke with certainty:

"A buffer wall to prevent a noble person like you from being regretted for eternity if he fails."

"Thus separating the torrents and thunders of power."

Morat turned the wheelchair and looked at the empty interrogation room:

"So we have social etiquette, life fashion, facade decoration, behavioral style... These seemingly unrelated factors are all the results of power, and they are the social dams that it builds on its own during its operation."

"Use differences to separate people, use differences to divide superiors and inferiors, use rejection to label categories, and rely on rupture to regulate behavior."

"Come and tell the world: they are all that we are not."
To be continued...