The prince's eyes dimmed slightly.
Sure enough, what his father cared about was still his own dignity and political needs.
This amnesiac girl with the most beautiful voice in the world was merely another tool.
Prince Eric was only fifteen this year. He did not like those "adult," "practical" things.
He liked hunting, sailing, reading romantic novels, heroic epics, and splendid tales of spirits and monsters. He longed for free adventures and romantic love.
Yet the prince had to admit that the foundations of the world were precisely these "adult," "practical" things, not the romantic dreams of adolescents.
And as the prince of the West Asia Kingdom, sooner or later, he would become like his father, forgetting what he clung to today—just as his father had once been another version of him.
For instance, the prince knew that his father was seeking the protection of Engeland and wished to form an alliance with that northern power.
Because Engeland possessed the finest naval military strength among the Western Countries. It could protect the West Asia Kingdom's fishing industry and maritime trade from pirate attacks—although most pirates in these waters were themselves Engeland's Royal Pirates, holding privateering licenses granted by the royal family.
People in the streets all said that Engeland was a nation of bandits. They only bullied the weak and feared the strong, stirring up wars everywhere. A few months ago, Engeland had invaded the Rose Kingdom, which had fallen into chaos because of some rumor, though for some unknown reason, it later met with resistance.
But even so, the alliance had to continue. Politics should not be mixed with personal preferences or emotions.
"Quickly, my child. Next, we must use every possible means to uncover this amnesiac girl's origins and how she obtained that beautiful voice!" the king said