Prince Jonathan spoke bitterly, "Why should we swallow our anger? I'm the eldest son, the throne should rightfully be mine."
"The tradition of primogeniture has lasted for thousands of years, and I can't believe it's being broken under my watch. How can I face our ancestors?" The old man became more and more upset as he talked.
"Therefore," Prince Jonathan's eyes blazed with a powerful light, "we must stand up and resist. The influence of the Divine Sect might not be as great as before, but as the saying goes, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. A head-on confrontation might not mean certain defeat. I will enter the palace tomorrow under the pretext of attending to the King's illness, staying by my father's side, waiting for an opportunity. Master, you should persuade General Buhl. In the entire kingdom of Percival, only he can counter Nando. When the time comes, we will cooperate both from within and without. Then the entire kingdom of Percival will be ours."