Chương 338: Triton

Wiping the armrest of his throne, Triton smiled.

With the Emperor's death confirmed, and no other contender for the throne, Triton was crowned without much hassle.

Jordan, the third son, had fallen into debauchery, he was now a renowned lout, known for his glib tongue used to seduce many women into having sexual relationships with him and a regular for bars, occasionally drinking himself to a stupor.

Such a person was unanimously approved as someone unfit to lead, so even nobles that would have supported him didn't when it was glaringly obvious he would lose.

As for the second son, ever since graduating the academy, Conor had become a recluse mage, buried in his research.

The last Triton saw him, he couldn't forget how happy and fulfilled his eyes looked even though he was exhausted at the time.

Conor had found his path earlier than the rest of them and he was very satisfied with it.

So much so, he readily abandoned his right to the throne.

Then you had the youngest.