"Then tell me, Nathaniel. What was your purpose in establishing this agency? Is it for personal gain? A path to the throne, perhaps?"
Nathaniel's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, trying to make sense of his father's words.
Of all the possibilities, he couldn't fathom why the man before him would suspect him of planning a revolt.
Perhaps Arthur believed that the agency was a means for him to gather soldiers and support behind his back, a potential path to the throne.
However, the truth was far from that assumption.
Nathaniel had never entertained such thoughts, not even for a moment.
With his soul trapped within his young body, he was well aware of the limitations of his movements and actions.
His primary focus was on tracking down the shitty organization and the scattered 'items' across the continent.