"Father King, what bewitchment has possessed you?!"
Below the throne, Prince Rowley asked fiercely, his body tensely coiled, desperately seeking an answer to this question.
King Nimirda had never seen such an expression on his eldest son's face.
It was so persistent.
It was as if he needed an answer, he had to know, what bewitchment had snared him.
Indeed...
What bewitchment had ensnared me?
To the point where I have committed so many mistakes.
King Nimirda's eyes welled up with profound weariness.
At this moment, he was equally perplexed, equally lost.
"What exactly is it..."
He muttered softly, as if he were on his last breath.
King Nimirda reminisced about the past.
In a moment of fury, he stabbed the Whale King and prepared to face execution, oblivious to the people's cries. But as they called him Dertulian over and over, he slowly began to feel, perhaps they were right.
And in the end, his father died, and he was exiled, leading his people to this land.
