Jacques wiped his face and cleared the empty bottle aside.

“The empire’s glory would have been Giovanni by now if the prophesying sorcerer hadn’t died. I don’t understand why people worship those peddling love potions.”

“Hey, I know you dislike the Fifth Prince, but it’s not like that. Though it’s true that nowadays, among the sorcerers, all that’s left are swindlers selling love potions, the prophet who predicted for the Fifth Prince was someone who foresaw Khan’s ascension. He was also part of the sorcerer group.”

“How do you know that? The guy who died ages ago.”

Still unimpressed, Jacques’ attitude made Shinu click his tongue.

“Since we’re talking, why do you hate the Fifth Prince so much?”

“Just do. Need a reason?”

“Well, it’s just a bit prickly.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Jacques, with a cold look, twisted the corners of his mouth.

“A guy born with everything. Everyone knows Kun is a person with nothing remarkable other than the royal blood, but the Fifth Prince…”

“He’s truly fitting for the glory of the empire.”

Under Jacques’ sinister gaze, Shinu, pretending to shrink his shoulders, chuckled. Jacques sighed with an expression of contempt.

“It’s unbearable to watch. Even if you have an inferiority complex, it’s annoying to see someone who was born with everything pretending not to have any ambitions for the throne. As if he’s certain he’ll become Khan without making an effort.”

“It doesn’t seem like that, though? The people around him seem to be trying to make him Khan, but…”

“Oh, really?”

Jacques sneered.

“If he doesn’t want to become Khan, it’s a task we can handle. By following Kun’s orders, success is guaranteed, and we can overturn the Fifth Prince. First, we need to make sure the Fifth Prince doesn’t return to the desert.”

Shinu took the bottle again, sipped the remaining wine, and nodded while sniffing.

“I’m glad the Fifth Prince will stay here for a while. If Kun absorbs his power while he’s away from the desert, when he returns, the Fifth Prince’s influence will be significantly diminished.”

“Right. What Kun primarily wants is to reduce the annoying influence of the Fifth Prince. After that, it’s easy. Once Kun holds the coronation ceremony, the Fifth Prince will be a target for humiliation. Either die or become a fugitive and end up in a situation where he can never return. It suits the fate of a person who was once hailed as the glory of the empire.”

“I don’t know about the Fifth Prince, but I hope I get a whole bunch of wine as a reward. This, this, I really like it. Or should I ask for the governance of the kingdom? Seeing Kun’s personality, when he becomes the emperor, he won’t leave the kingdom alone. Since other imperial people can’t withstand it here, to rule this place, people like us will be needed! Then, we can stack wine in the warehouse like a mountain and drink as much as we want!”

With a content smile, Shinu spread his hands wide, imagining the happiness.
Jacques’s expression softened as he thought about the rewards to come in the future.

“I don’t know why the Fifth Prince keeps staying here, but while he’s playing around, his support base in the desert will crumble. Until then, enjoy your time with the women here. They’re different from the soft ones here, providing a whole new kind of fun.”

Jacques, chuckling, exuded a malicious atmosphere different from when dealing with Aris.

Amid their laughter, the life of the priest came to an end.

Shinu scowled and muttered curses.

“Kid, finally, he’s dead. Sanchai! Dispose of it completely. Grind it down.”

Shinu placed his hand on his face and waved it dismissively. Treating the corpse like an animal, casually.

Sanchai, shaking his head, lifted the dead priest and rested it on his shoulders.

While the deceased priest was being ignored by everyone, a blue light emanated from his body and swiftly disappeared somewhere.

“What was that just now?”

I looked at Tyreen in surprise.

I spent the whole day catching up on the business of the lagging family and took some time to go for a walk with Jenny. Enjoying the clear sky and sunny weather, smelling the fragrant flowers, I thought about the oddly quiet Aris and the absent Giovanni when it fell from the sky.

A blue light cluster.

At first, I thought it was an illusion due to the sunlight, but when the blue light fell on my chest, I realized it wasn’t an illusion.

A refreshing sensation, like the water that entered my mouth spreading throughout my body, from the tip of my head to my toes.

It was similar to the moment when I absorbed power.

But why, when I hadn’t come into contact with anyone?

Tyreen, who had been coiled around my shoulder, replied.

“The human who inherited power has died.”

“The priest is dead?”

“Yes.”

I was bewildered by Tyreen’s affirmation. There were lingering questions.

“But there was never anything like this before. When a priest dies, didn’t they say the power is given to the newly born Kingdomian according to the succession of blood? Why did it come to me?”