Zarak stepped out of the parlor with a dazed expression. His eyes were blank, and his face had turned pale.
"My grandfather is really going to kill me," he muttered, his voice trembling.
But there was no other choice—everything had already happened. If he didn't go along with Nolan's demands, things would only get worse.
And if that happened, he might go down in history as the fastest prince ever eliminated from the battle for the throne.
***
"You're truly ruthless, Prince Nolan," Orlan said admiringly as he turned to him. "You squeezed Prince Zarak for a fantastic sum—ten million Sharn. That means he now owes you sixteen million Sharn, counting the incident in the square three days ago."
Sixteen million Sharn was an extraordinary sum—even by his standards. A typical baron-level noble family earned only about ten million Sharn every six months.
