The young man who rose to fame, his brother with the strength of a Peak Knight, commanded the battlefield with ease; both inside and outside the Imperial Capital called him "the one most like the Emperor."
He stabilized the army's spirit, understood the people's sentiments, and dared to take responsibility—he was recognized by both nobility and commoners as the true successor.
Kaelin never envied him.
As long as that genius was alive, he was willing to always be the one on the front line, bleeding for the Empire.
Until the Third Prince was assassinated in an extremely humiliating manner.
It was the first time in his life that he realized that power was not so simple.
What followed was the disappearance of his father, and the Empire's authority scattered everywhere.
Kaelin suddenly discovered that the responsibility he thought would never fall upon him was forcibly thrust onto his shoulders.
Responsibility turned into obsession, obsession turned into an irreversible fixation.
