Chapter 221 - 147 Kind Father and Filial Son (2)
Wozworth dismissed the soldiers stationed near the palace and pushed open the door alone.
The room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, dimly illuminated by the Magic Lamp. A figure sat silently in the chair, motionless, as if a statue enshrouded in shadows.
That was his own son.
Once the Prince of the Oville Empire.
But now, his appearance was particularly haggard. It seemed he hadn’t slept well for a long time; dark circles were evident around his eyes.
His skin also showed a sickly pallor.
Yet, the Prince did not appear tired; on the contrary, he was very spirited.
In those deeply sunken eyes, there was an intense excitement. His mouth even neurotically cracked into a slit, eagerly awaiting the morrow...
He would, in the Duel Arena, before countless people, slay the Hero, proving to everyone that he was superior to the Hero.