Rene, who had been ufortable being with the First Queen, had slipped out of the office with some work in hand. Yet, his hands kept moving, pausing, then moving again, repeatedly.


    Normally, it wouldn''t have taken him even an hour to finish what he had to do, so why was he hesitating so much now?


    As soon as Rene asked himself that, the memory of a long-lost connection resurfaced.


    <em>“That damn kid.”</em>


    When they first met again at the Partan Festival, Rene thought it was intentional to ignore him. He assumed the kid was deliberately being distant, misinterpreting things and leaving without saying a word.


    Even though a long time had passed, that same kid made him angry. Seeing himughing with others, after abandoning Rene, made him even more irritated. He intentionally picked fights, even though he could have let it go.


    Rene never thought he would lose. After all, the kid had only just gotten out of his confusion and was no more than a year older than him.


    Meanwhile, Rene had been continuously training to be king, so the gap between them must have been enormous.


    His only concern and agonizing thought had been what kind of punishment to impose on the kid after winning.


    And then, he lost.


    Even now, thinking about it, Rene could only let out a bitterugh.


    What kind of strategy was that?


    What was even more ridiculous was Lucy Allen''s usual way of tackling dungeons, ording to her brother’s testimony.@@novelbin@@


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