"Say, is there some sort of secret reason why people don't try to collect as many titles as possible? Especially you, Roan, shouldn't a future king be as strong as possible?"
Cranberry said, not returning the note but hiding it in her own bag instead.
"Th-that's... I have no excuse for that one, I've been spending a lot of time learning about politics and had almost none to properly train..."
The prince seemed to deflate disheartened.
"Even though my mother is so strong herself, she decided that I should focus on the theoretics instead of strengthening my stats and skills."
He confessed making a bitter face.
"Oh well, chin up mommy's boy, as a Greed you should be more greedy for strength."
Cranberry giggled and discreetly waved at Zombie to come over.
"Graough? (Huh...? What am I supposed to do?)"
Zombie groaned confused but was already by the prince and his master anyway.
"You've heard that?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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