Take It and Run-What a Thrill

Looking at the two shameless men before her, Mera felt nothing but contempt. No matter who became the King of Atlantis, she would never marry into either of their families.

Not even if she died!

This showed that Mera was still an innocent girl. If she had been with one or two men before, she would surely have realized that while men differed in appearance and build, their essence was all the same.

Scum!

While Mera was steeped in melancholy, Orm, though humble and courteous and a good king who respected talent, could not hide his inner madness behind his outward excellence. He was a ruler with an overwhelming need for control, and ambition only brought war and destruction.

As for the two in front of her...

Russell appeared amiable enough, but there was nothing in his eyes but black. Even if there was anything else, it was the rainbow-colored, client-approved black kind of black. No matter how she looked at it, it was still black.

If someone like that became King of Atlantis, the nation had only two possible futures: either it would dry out and become salted fish, or it would erupt in silence and then perish outright.

As for Arthur...

In the end, Mera had to admit that, if she had to pick the best of a bad lot, Arthur was the most suitable King of Atlantis.

Compared with Orm, Arthur had no ambition and did not want to become king for power. Compared with Russell, Arthur was as pure as a blank sheet of paper. Even when he lusted after someone's body, he did it relatively tactfully.

That was a good thing. It meant Arthur still knew shame, unlike the person beside him, whose skin was so thick it could not be measured.

"Sigh!!"

Mera let