"I do have a candidate, though. Someone who could stop the Spear Saint."
Just remembering his words, which were filled with confidence, made Ezekiel smile helplessly.
"I have heard that he's insane from time to time, but…" Ezekiel sighed. "…I don't know what to do with him anymore. If he succeeds, he will definitely become a monster."
Ezekiel crossed his arms while looking up. "Still, the special towers, huh?"
Ezekiel couldn't help but recall the time he was investigating the Prophet's attack on the Hacfield family.
A decade ago.
He slapped his desk while furrowing his eyebrows. "So, Michael Hacfield asked me to have my lovely princess marry his grandson. There is a big problem. He can't guarantee his own grandson's safety, considering he won't be there with him. In other words, he won't have any teachers who will guide him.
"And you're saying that such a person will be good enough to be Christina's husband?"
