The Emperor had been far too considerate of him. It wasn't normal. The Emperor had covered everything—the funds, time, and policies needed for development, and even external threats.
This was treatment befitting the First Prince. Was that reasonable? He was just a student.
It was just first place, after all. Common nobles envied the academy nobles, and the academy nobles envied the top student of their class. But there was a new top student every year. It wasn't that big of a deal.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the walls of Lukaron and the city gates slowly opened, Henry led his retinue out of the bustling imperial capital.
He didn't inquire about the Mysterious Merchant, nor did he visit any friends or colleagues.
Right now, he just wanted to get back to Vostrom as quickly as possible, then take all his men and horses back to Westwood Laine Castle.
