This time, it was Tales's turn to fall silent for a long while.
"All right, you're not wrong. I really don't have much standing to persuade you on this."
The Prince remembered something and let out a helpless sigh, overwhelmed with emotion:
"No matter how well I carry out His Majesty's plans, or whether I bow my head to you... whoever wins or loses in Emerald City, I'm still trapped in the same cage—and, unfortunately, I need this cage to survive."
Tales murmured absently:
"After all, as a person, it's difficult to tell what you chose for yourself and what was chosen for you... including what you were chosen for in advance, thereby earning the right to make your own choices..."
Seeing the Prince like this, the Karabian sisters exchanged a puzzled glance.
"That was a little convoluted." Qina frowned.
"But I mostly get it." Kasha narrowed her eyes.
Tales came back to himself and gave a wry smile.
"So yes, I'm sick of it." He had been sitting too long, so he stretched. "I really want to live differently."
"But what about you?"
Kasha and Qina both froze.
The next moment, they looked at each other and nodded.
"We're Karabians."
Kasha gritted her teeth.
"Just like you're Brilliant Star." Qina nodded vigorously.
"Born here."
"Die here!"
They were both young, yet they looked like warriors charging onto a battlefield, ready to face death.
Tales was somewhat dazed by their words.
It was as if he had heard another sentence.
Fight for Star Kingdom, die for Star Kingdom, live for Star Kingdom...
"So..."
The twins spoke one after another:
"We won't, and we don't have time to, get sick of it!"
"Otherwise, what else can we do?"
"Wait until you're crowned and give us a fortune?"
"Promote us to Prime