A single sentence struck like a thunderbolt, sending a ripple across even the composed Rex's face.
He looked at King Genn and hurriedly began to demur.
Deep down, he was still different from Westerners. He remained an Easterner at heart, instinctively responding to situations like this with modesty and polite refusal.
Rex did the same this time, but King Genn waved aside his modest protests and said, "You've seen the state of my health. Lately, the Kingdom of Gilneas has suffered one misfortune after another."
"My energy is nowhere near what it used to be. With you handling the affairs of the Kingdom of Gilneas, I'll be able to get some proper rest."
"There's no need to say any more. It's settled. Once you've successfully dealt with this matter, I'll announce the news."
"If there's nothing else, you may go. Make sure you deal with the Cult of the Damned."
Before Rex could continue his modest protests, King Genn dismissed him, giving him no chance to speak.
After leaving the Side Hall, Rex pondered what King Genn had told him.
Had this happened in the ancient times of Rex's previous world, an emperor saying such things could only mean that he was deeply wary of you and testing your intentions. Your good days would be over.
He would be preparing to move against you. But Azeroth was different. The people of this world thought in entirely different ways.
There had been no hint of a test in King Genn's words.
He genuinely intended to put Rex in power. What Rex was considering now was the impact of becoming prince regent.
Without question, the position of prince regent held a great temptation for Rex. No, "great" was not enough-it was utterly irresistible.
The meaning of the position was clear from the