"Well, that's all I have to say," Nolan said as he slowly rose to his feet. "Rest for a while. Your soldiers should have woken up from their stupor by now."
Aston gave a small nod. "Thank you, Your Highness."
Nolan simply nodded back before leaving the room.
As he watched Nolan's back disappear through the door, Aston let out a quiet sigh and lowered his gaze.
Prince Nolan is truly terrifying. Can someone his age really possess such a mind? He muttered, a trace of fear in his voice.
Even Cedric, renowned for his sharp mind, lacked such ability. Inevitably, Aston had to reassess Nolan—he must never underestimate him nor make him an enemy.
Otherwise, it would be the Valmire family that suffered.
...
Nolan walked down the hallway of the Castellan family mansion. Along the way, the passing servants bowed their heads respectfully.
"I didn't expect you to be so cunning, using your status as a prince and claiming to be a palace envoy."
