"Move before others do."
The King ordered.
"But your majest—"
Veylara tried to say something, but,
"Veylara."
The King interrupted, staring at Veylara with an authoritative look on his face.
"Do not lose yourself because of your personal affections. I have known you as a practical woman all this while, not as an idealist. Act like what is expected of you.
It does not matter whether the Hero has that ability or not, what matters is that the rumors of this matter have already spread all over the place, and these aren't the rumors that can be taken lightly.
Even if we do not move, other nations will.
This will turn into a race, a race to capture the Hero and get him on your side, a race with an extremely big reward, a race that… Drakthar cannot afford to lose."
The King spoke with a sharp look on his face.
"But if he finds out the truth it wil—"
"Then we just need to make sure that he doesn't, no?"
