Knights and Magic Wand

Ines’ melodious voice carried an undeniable authority, appearing aggressive.

Akman, meeting the girl’s cold gaze, instantly felt a chill down his spine.

As Ines spoke, she slightly retracted her overly forceful expression.

"Do you understand? In the future, you may face countless such decisions, and your retreat is merely handing your destiny from your father’s hands to mine or someone else’s.

I know you crave comfort and don’t want to disappoint your family’s expectations, which is why you continually avoid it. But everything in this world comes at a cost. You must either bear the risk of the future’s unpredictability or take up the responsibilities you ought to, like a true knight and seize the power you are meant to wield."

These firm admonitions made Akman’s shoulders instinctively droop.

He didn’t even dare to look into the Third Princess’s eyes, only feeling that sharp gaze was as daunting as King Lydwen’s, unable to be looked at directly.

After a long while, he muttered helplessly in a small voice: "Your Highness, I’ve always only enjoyed pleasures and am completely incapable of taking over my father’s position. As you know, I neither have the talent for governing a territory, nor am I like you and Lord Leon who can lead troops to victory time and again.

I can’t even imagine myself sitting on my father’s throne giving orders. If the Northsnians attacked, I fear I’d be trembling with fear in the castle. I also lack the prestige to manage those important ministers within the family. I know they all mock me as a fat pig, wondering how such a person could become the Sea Dragon ruling the West Territory..."

"No, you can."

Ines suddenly interrupted his self-pity.

Akman was taken aback, then smiled bitterly: "If only I could believe in myself like you do."