In the capital of Sdin, Arthur hurried his steps when he heard that Karia called for him, despite being busy assisting Cecil with the session tasks for the throne.


    The mocking remarks of the statue, the nagging from the ancestors, and the never-ending pile of work—this was a chance to escape, even if just for a moment! He couldn’t afford to miss it!


    Passing through the knights who were assisting with the restoration efforts, Arthur arrived at the back alley, stopping when he saw men praying around a statue.


    If I remember correctly, those should be Karia’s subordinates. But why are they doing this?


    What’s up with that statue?


    Hmm? That’s a statue of Lucy Alrn, isn’t it?


    It’s very intricate.


    It must have been made by the Art Church.


    I can tell that it’s a decent piece of art, but I don’t understand why these tough-looking men are praying in tears.


    If someone doesn’t know much about Lucy Alrn, I can understand it, but these guys must have been affected by her misdeeds at least once.


    “Prince 3rd, you’vee quickly.”


    “Karia, this is going too far.”


    “Ah, that? I didn’t tell them to do it.”


    “Then were they trying to mock me?”


    “No, they’re doing this of their own volition. Do you think such earnestness woulde out in a performance?”


    Arthur paused, staring at the man sobbing loudly. Am I dreaming? Have I copsed from exhaustion and am now having a nightmare?@@novelbin@@


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