บท 115: Action VI

As Johan and his team entered the throne hall, an oppressive atmosphere filled the room. The grand hall, usually bustling with nobles, was now empty, leaving only an eerie silence. Johan's eyes quickly caught sight of a figure clumsily hiding behind the throne, their movements awkward and filled with fear. With a thin smile, Johan glanced at one of the soldiers standing beside him.

"Well, it looks like this is your time to shine, Prince Philip," Johan said in a calm yet firm tone.

The soldier, called Philip, removed his military helmet. His golden hair shimmered, and his brown eyes reflected his noble status—the Prince of a kingdom now teetering on the edge of ruin. With steady steps, Philip began walking toward the throne, though an emotional tremor echoed in each of his strides.

"…Father," he whispered softly, his words laden with meaning, as he gazed at the figure behind the throne.