Mivana's words weren't merely an attempt to shirk responsibility; they had already reached a consensus in their previous conversation.
Regardless of who took the throne, the position of Knight King was one they had to secure. Only then could they exert enough influence over the Country of Yonglan.
Westheid was inclined to let Mivana take the position. After all, she was a genuine Yonglan Knight—of pure and proper stock, one might say.
But under the current circumstances, the resistance Mivana would face in her ascension to the throne would likely be even greater than that for a foreigner.
A little more resistance wasn't a problem, however. In the end, victory would be decided by strength.
"Mivana... you really are something else..."
Westheid met Mivana's determined, beautiful golden eyes and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.
"Don't you understand? You don't need a qualification to become king. Power itself is the justification for rule..."
