"Your Majesty, someone from the Ignis Clan is waiting for you in the guest room," Verkoli said through the door.
Lawrend stopped practicing magic and opened his eyes. The fire and lightning phenomenon around him disappeared, and he stood up.
He left the throne room and headed to the guest room with Verkoli.
Soon, they arrived in front of the door. He calmed himself and prepared for the worst.
As soon as he opened the door, he was stunned. A beautiful lady sat on the soft sofa and stared at him coldly. It was a gaze filled with arrogance.
Her face was oval, and her eyes were bright red. Fire mana swirled around her body slowly. Her bosom boasted two large peaks. One would drown in them.
"Brat, what are you doing playing as king?" Ember coldly asked.
"B-Brat?"
Lawrend was taken aback by what she called him. He took one more look at her and saw that she was being serious.