Jerren and Sellen exchanged a glance. Now they knew why the Royal Capital of Leyndell had been so quiet.
It was not because Morgott intended to rebel, but because he could barely issue orders at all.
"What exactly happened?" Sellen asked with a frown.
She had never liked nobles, but Morgott was an exception. She had once assumed the legendary Grace-Given King was like all the Golden Nobles-proud, arrogant, and splendidly dressed, like peacocks forever spreading their tails. They foolishly flaunted their feathers, believing themselves incomparably beautiful, unaware that all anyone else saw were ugly, disgusting assholes.
But over their time together, Morgott's pragmatism and diligence had won over everyone in the Five-Party Alliance. This was the first time Sellen had met such an ugly Golden Noble, and the first time she had met one so universally loving.
Put simply, if Tarnished had not appeared out of nowhere, Morgott would have been everyone's ideal candidate for the throne.
Now, hearing that he was dying, Sellen felt her heart clench and hurriedly asked for details.
Tarnished's voice was heavy too. "Old Morgott has always had a serious lung disease. He probably contracted it in the Sewers. It kept getting worse after we went to the Land of Shadow, but he forced himself to carry on and hid it from us. Just now, though, word came from Leyndell that he suddenly coughed up blood and collapsed. I've already sent Irina over with the Medical Team, but..."
"But what?" Sellen pressed anxiously. Rennala and Jerren waited for Tarnished's answer too.
Tarnished sighed softly. "But the outlook isn't good. Morgott himself has already given up. He left instructions for all sorts of matters concerning Leyndell and asked me to come over-probably to complete the handover while he's still alive and entrust the entire capital