Nighttime.
The sky looked exceptionally bright.
The entire Capital City was quiet; this was a warm and peaceful quietness.
Royal Palace.
"Adam, before your father left, he asked me to support you to the throne. A country cannot be without a King for a single day, so how about you ascend to the throne tomorrow?" Maxwell's expression looked calm, but his heart was a bit tight. He was filled with gratitude whenever it came to issues about Arthur.
If it wasn't for Arthur, perhaps he would've already died under Lord Van Dross's palm strike.
Arthur was a truly righteous person.
He still personally led his troops even though he knew it would lead to his own death. Maxwell had nothing but sincere admiration towards him.
Except…
Maxwell couldn't personally block him from going out there or save him from his death. This caused him to feel regret and a sense of blaming himself for the inadequacy.
Adam was hesitant.
