There were only seven top-ranking ministers in the Dawn Kingdom. The King's Hand held the greatest authority, while the other six had different jurisdictions, yet all of them stood at the pinnacle of the kingdom.
The Minister of Finance controlled the treasury's income and expenditures. All major national spending and revenue lay within his grasp, and even the king could not alter them lightly.
No one had expected the King of Dawn to suddenly choose to hand financial authority to a mere young viscount like Rost. Even if this little viscount now possessed enormous wealth and countless businesses... how could one's social standing be elevated so easily?!
A minor noble had suddenly become one of those standing at the pinnacle of the kingdom...
Viscount Rost wanted to ask whether the other party was joking, but in the end, he said nothing. For some reason, he sensed a trace of familiarity from the King of Dawn, completely unlike when he had first entered!
No, it could not be called familiarity.
Two utterly unrelated emotions—familiarity and disgust—had somehow appeared at the same time.
"What? Viscount Rost, are you dissatisfied with this position?"
The King of Dawn spoke again, startling Rost for a moment. However, he quickly came to his senses. "I am honored to serve the kingdom."
"Good. Bellion, I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going back to rest first." Whatever state the King of Dawn was in, after giving that instruction, he hurried toward the exit as though he were trying to flee.
As the distance continued to widen, the endless Fire of Enlightenment finally vanished. Yet at this moment, the War God's corruption within the King of Dawn had also weakened to an extreme degree. It seemed that even the energy sustaining the King of Dawn's movements had been