Ross hummed a tune as he went to the Palace. When he saw King Rod Rand, he did not even bow. His expression was cold and disdainful, but Rod Rand did not dare voice his anger. Ever since the Demon Gate had taken control of the country, his authority had been severely weakened. More than half the people followed the Demon Gate, and a casual word from Ultraman carried more weight than an order from their king.
To say he had been reduced to a figurehead was no exaggeration.
Ross went straight to the point. "The Archbishop has taken a liking to your daughter, Princess Nalanduo, and sent me to propose marriage on his behalf. Do you have any objections, Your Majesty?"
"Well... my daughter is only eighteen, and the Archbishop is nearly sixty." Rod Rand did not dare refuse outright. His answer was tactful, but in his heart, he objected a thousand times over.
Ultraman already had more wives and concubines than anyone could count. Worse, he was an old man. Marrying his daughter off to him would be like throwing her into a tiger's jaws.
"So what? The age difference isn't that great. Besides, the Archbishop's rank and standing more than make up for it. The princess won't be getting a bad deal." Ross refused to budge.
Rod Rand was so angry he could have coughed blood, but he did not dare show it. After a moment, Ross said impatiently, "The Archbishop told me he hopes you'll know what's good for you and won't make him unhappy. Otherwise, there's no need for you to remain king. A man has to know when to bend if he wants to live long."
As he spoke, Ross blurred. It was as though a gust of wind had swept through the room.