The Prince Likes Them

It was only after a long while that Thales recovered from his emotions of distress and helplessness.

"What is this?"

He turned to Morat, who was seated calmly.

The Black Prophet smirked, "What do you think it is?"

Thales was silent for a few seconds.

"When my father sent me over," the prince's voice was solemn and bleak, "He told me that I should come see the mess I've made."

'The mess.'

Thales slipped into a daze momentarily.

Morat said quietly, "You've seen it then. The liquor industry in the capital will see a considerable period of panic and depression, at least."

Thales clenched his fists.

"Damn the prince."

"Everything he does…has an extremely huge impact, alright?"

He could still hear Dagori's voice in his head.

"But I didn't do anything," Thales muttered.

The Black Prophet sneered. "At your level, doing nothing can also be a gesture.