Lynn almost couldn't stop himself from crying.
They could finally negotiate!
These past few days had nearly driven him crazy.
The spring planting season was almost here.
Land in the Controlled Area was limited, and negotiations were the only way to secure the greatest possible gains.
More importantly, after taking down his own old man's duchy, he hadn't even gotten to farm industrially for long before he was forced to switch over to military production.
He needed to get back to farming.
The King opened his eyes groggily. The first thing he saw was a blond.
Lynn was standing at the foot of his bed.
Lynn still had his Sunglasses on. "Hello there, Braised Pork King."
"Braised?"
"Pork?"
"King?"
Everyone around them instantly lost it.
Lynn was having another episode.
That nickname dated back to the joint competition between the academies.
It was a nickname Lynn had come up with.
Lynn had a notorious reputation for being foul-mouthed.
You knew how he'd gotten it.
The blond was a troublemaking machine, and he'd provoked people from more than one country.
His Majesty the King had very high expectations for his children.
He demanded that they have lofty goals and ideals, and that they also excel in their studies.
Naturally, someone like him looked down on poor students and people who didn't apply themselves.
Lynn had nothing better to do, so he'd made a joke.
He'd called him the Braised Pork King.
The name came from a dish at Lilith's restaurant.
The King, who had just been rescued, was drawn to the call, but still didn't recognize Lynn. He narrowed his eyes and studied him. "Who are you?"
Lynn took off his Sunglasses.
The King still didn't recognize him.
Lynn took off his military cap and tidied up his currently messy, yet