Chapter 136: The King of Braveheart Kingdom
Today, I was fully prepared to meet King Aslan von Braveheart. I couldn’t deny that I was nervous—this was my first time stepping into the royal palace and meeting the king in person. In my previous life, the most important person I had ever met was just the CEO of that wretched company, who couldn’t even compare to a king.
I hoped I could control my behavior. I didn’t want to act disrespectfully in front of the king. No, I was confident I could remain polite. What I was truly worried about was Envi—this flirty system of mine. If anything, he might be the one to cause trouble!
"Hey, damn you, Envi! Don’t do anything stupid, got it?! We need to be on our best behavior in front of the King. If we act rudely, we might end up executed!" I warned Envi in my mind.
"Nao, you bastard, I will definitely act normal in front of the King! I’m not crazy," Envi retorted, clearly annoyed. But I wasn’t convinced.
As I walked through the Braveheart Kingdom’s palace, I was astonished by its grandeur. The decorations were luxurious, with white walls adorned with bold orange accents that exuded strength. The emblem of the Braveheart Kingdom—a lion’s head—was prominently displayed, adding to the majestic atmosphere. My heart pounded faster.
The guards led me straight to the throne room, where the King awaited. Just before entering, I noticed someone waiting near the grand doors—Cain. I was taken aback by his appearance.
"Cain... your hair... you cut it short... why?" I asked, curious about his decision to cut his long hair.
"Tch, whether I cut my hair or not is my business. You ask too many questions," Cain replied with irritation.
Well, I could only guess. Perhaps it was his way of showing his resolve to become stronger. Seeing him like this made me chuckle a little.
Together, Cain and I stepped into the throne room. The sight inside stunned me. The room was filled with high-ranking officials of the kingdom. And at the center of it all sat the majestic figure of King Aslan von Braveheart. His presence was overwhelming—his appearance resembled that of a lion, exuding strength and intimidation. His sharp gaze carried an air of authority and charisma.
To his right stood Arsene von Braveheart, the head of Braveheart Knight Academy. I had expected her to be here. On the King’s left was Amelia von Braveheart, who looked delighted to see me. No surprises there—of course she would be present.