Circumnavigating the large table piled with books and parchment, Leon, with an expression of perplexity from the noble's son, wrapped an arm around his neck and vigorously ruffled his neatly set hair with his left hand.
"Well, kid, His Majesty Azeryan, you're quite the secret keeper, aren't you~"
"What? What? Majesty?"
Azeryan, with an innocent look, patted the hand choking his neck, looking up with eyes full of confusion.
"Still playing dumb? You have a claim to the Seryan throne and never told Lokhak and me, pretending to be poor buddies with us, huh."
"So that's what you're talking about."
Azeryan paused, then sighed with a helpless smile: "...It wasn't intentional to hide it from you. It's just that the Flarrell Family is merely a branch of the Royal Family. My ancestors converted completely to the Holy Sun Church long ago. It's complicated, and my father's side has been antagonized by the Royal Family, so the so-called inheritance rights were already revoked."
