"K–King of the South?" Charles stammered, his brows furrowed in confusion. He didn't understand what Leon meant, but something in Leon's tone told him it wasn't a lie.
'What is in the south ? Is he from an unknown kingdom ? What if he really is a prince and I started a war with their Kingdom ?
But, what if he is just bluffing ? No, No... He also has that girl with wings flying in the air... She looks like a forest fairy and I have heard that they are very strong.
Oh my god... I can't make one fucking decision, what kind of king am I going to become ?' Charles thought as he started to feel very confused with every passing second.
Leon's gaze never wavered. "Allow me to reintroduce myself… I am the King of the South—Michael Jackson. I have killed many people… and I don't mind killing a few more." His voice was calm, but his eyes drilled directly into Charles, cold and unyielding.
