This Bastard is Too Competent

King Eloin was in his chamber.

Having returned as king from Cain, he was gazing at the Lilac flowers brought to him by Ian.

Next to them were numerous lilacs arranged elegantly.

It was at that moment that the king stood up.

With a swift motion,

He snapped one of the flowers.

“The fake has served its purpose. It’s time for the real one to return.”

He did not turn his body but instead asked the Black Lion Knights standing behind him, particularly Lawrence of the third seat.

“How are the nobles faring?”