Chương 63: The City That Never Sleeps

Zen stared blankly at Arvell, water dripping down his face.

Seeing her brother's face drenched in water, Angela burst out laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Zen your face! It's completely drenched!"

Reyna quickly produced a handkerchief and passed it to Zen, while doing her best to suppress a laugh.

"Here use this."

Zen wiped his face and glared at Arvell.

"What the hell was that for?"

Arvell looked at Zen with a somewhat guilty expression.

"Sorry, your question kind of caught me off guard. But… why would you bring up the dead disinherited prince?"

"I was just thinking of how the royal family might react if you ever met with them. After all, that person is a bit of a taboo topic in the capital. After all… You do know how the war started right?"

Arvell instinctively brought his hand to his chest and gripped it tightly.

"Yeah… I heard about it."