The Trap's True Face

"B-But, Father..." The First Prince wanted to say that the danger had yet to be confirmed. Besides, he had never truly intended to throw the army into danger; he had planned to climb the wall himself first, then put on a display of brilliance just like Nalant.

But how could the King listen to his explanation? The next moment, his eyes widened. "Shut your mouth! Get back to the camp and reflect on yourself! I don't want to see you, you fool!"

The King was truly furious. With an heir so lacking in composure, how could he possibly entrust the duchy to him with peace of mind in the future?

"I..."

"Your Highness, let's go!" At that moment, the captain of the Iron Guard responsible for the King's personal protection immediately stepped forward and seized the First Prince, who still wanted to argue.

The First Prince gritted his teeth. Under the King's furious glare, he ultimately did not dare say another word. Covering his swollen red face, he was led away by the Iron Guard captain.

Before leaving, however, the First Prince shot Nalant a vicious glare. At that moment, he truly hated Nalant to the bone.

Nalant naturally sensed that icy gaze, but he remained utterly unmoved.

The First Prince was, in essence, no different from Tony and those other great nobles. They had been born with golden keys in their mouths, accustomed to blaming others for their own mistakes.

They would never reflect on how, if he had not been so arrogant from the start and had known to heed Nalant's advice, none of this series of events would have happened at all.

The outcome he had received now was entirely of his own making.

After the First Prince was dragged away, Tony, who had been following behind