At this crucial moment, Velin and Kyle stared intently at Clever, waiting for him to continue.
"At the time, the seven of us stood below, while the Third Prince sat above us. Two High-Gold Swordswomen stood beside him."
"While we were discussing official matters, the Third Prince suddenly said to us, 'My two children are being personally raised and educated by my father. Among my siblings, only my second brother's youngest daughter and my fifth sister's youngest son share that honor. From the looks of it, my becoming the next king of the Kingdom of Isia is inevitable. Pledge your loyalty to me now, and in the future, I will raise all of you to the rank of count.'"
"By that point, the Third Prince seemed to have sobered up. He stopped discussing the matter and began speaking of other important affairs instead."
"So, your desire to change whom you serve stems from the secret information your friend told you?" Velin asked.
"Yes, Lord Velin. Since His Majesty the King intends to choose an heir from among his grandchildren, continuing to serve the Third Prince no longer aligns with my interests."
"Although I cannot yet determine whether the information my friend provided is true, judging from the changes in His Majesty the King over the past decade, there is a very high chance that it is."
"Sometimes, if information is seventy percent likely to be true, it is worth taking a risk."
Velin fell silent.
Clever had no backing, yet he himself was too outstanding. If he did not choose a side and remained neutral, he could easily end up dying in an accident.
Neutrality was reserved for the strong and the weak. The strong had the power to choose it, while the weak had no choice at all.
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