"Arthur, is this the ambush you arranged?"
Red King rested her chin on her hand. To her, the confrontation between the two brothers in the projection looked like an eight-o'clock soap opera.
"Let me guess: you raised the second son, Aroos, and had him constantly provoke Lioz until they came to blows, turning brother against brother. Even if Lioz won, he would still bear the stigma of killing his own kin and be condemned by others."
"And then you would have an excuse to step in personally under the guise of an adoptive father, friend, relative, or something similar, demanding a duel with Lioz."
"Yet Lioz did not rise to the provocation at all. He was very civilized, discussing the law with his younger brother before the entire nation. Not only did he display his personal charisma, he also upheld the rule-of-law spirit of a constitutional empire—if even the emperor obeyed the law under such a constitution, what commoners or nobles would refuse to accept it?"
Although Red King's teasing carried no harsh rebuke, to the apostles below, it confirmed their incompetence.
Arthur remained calm in the face of the Goddess's disappointment. "There is no need to worry, Goddess. This is only the beginning. Aroos is not so simple."
"How boring. If this is how you intended to trouble Lioz, then you have greatly underestimated the proxy who has opposed Gaia for countless ages."
Red King said flatly, "First, let me make something clear. You started this entire matter. You acted on your own throughout, and it has nothing to do with me."
"I shall heed your teachings." Arthur nodded.
"Still, you did do the right thing in this matter."
Red crossed her long legs. Her toes, painted with golden nail polish, dipped into the curtain of water flowing before