"Yes…" Lior said, his words very stretched out as he observed the actions of the prince.
He seemed pissed off just by that affirmation again, and he said with a twitch of his eyes, "He's the nineteenth prince."
"Huh? He's the commander of the army?" Lior uttered, realizing a very deep piece of information.
Which was so bad to him, because if the prince that disturbed him really held such power, then it was just so easy to kill his family with one offense and that would be the end.
"Oh…"
"Well, you're my friend then, because a friend of his is also my friend," the third prince said, and Lior gave him a side-eye.
He said, albeit low, "Are you sure about that? Because you don't seem too happy when I mentioned his name. Are you sure you're friends?"
