The sign of a good monarch is easy to recognise, though it is hardly ever seen.
Dreamer had signs of a good monarch in him but would he become a good monarch? That was the main question.
Right now, Dreamer was sitting on a throne made of leaves and his legs were not on the ground but on Apollo.
He was stepping on a God.
And in the same position, he ordered Liberi and Jordan to call out all the people inside the basement in front of him.
"Are you sure, my lord?" Liberi asked.
But he shouldn't have asked.
"Since when…" Dreamer let out a little bit of his aura at Liberi. "Do I have to repeat my order?"
A drop of sweat appeared on Liberi's forehead.
Dreamer never really got angry at Liberi so seeing the rare anger of his lord towards him, intimidated him.
"Forgive me, my lord. We'll go right away." Liberi immediately apologized, bowing his head.
"Yeah, man. Chill. We are going." Jordan spoke as well and joined Liberi.
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