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The royal capital, Highgarden.

Duke William Bishop walked up the steps of the palace step by step. The palace was covered with white curtains embroidered with the symbol of the Church of Light. The aroma of cardamom was thick and substantial. It was said that this spice could relieve pain and relax the mind. But as a healthy person, William felt suffocated when he smelled this thick and solid aroma.

—This place is becoming more and more like a church, Duke William thought.

He walked to the door of the bedroom, and a silver-haired woman with an elegant temperament and gorgeous clothes just came out.

"Your Majesty." The Duke immediately placed one hand on his chest and bowed.

"I've said it many times, you don't need to follow the etiquette of a subject to me...brother." The queen was no longer young, fine lines crept up the corners of her eyes, and the pain of losing her sons made her face look a little sad. She looked at the Duke's strict etiquette and opened her mouth, "Forget it...you go in, George is still awake now."

William nodded and made way for the noble queen of the empire. He watched her figure disappear in the corridor before pushing open the door of the king's bedroom.

George Bishop, the seventh successor to the Gaia Empire, was leaning on his most frequent recliner, reading the minister's report. The September day was still very warm, but he was already covered with a thick wool blanket.

"George..." William walked in and sighed helplessly to his brother, "The doctor has emphasized many times that the most important thing for you now is to rest well and not overwork yourself."

King George smiled softly and obediently put down the paper in his hand. "Come on, William, it seems that you used to listen to the doctor. When you were sick as a child, in order to avoid taking medicine, you took me and Tserwini and ran away from the palace..."

William was most afraid of him talking about these things, and quickly waved his hands, "Those were things we did when we were young and ignorant. We are not young anymore. You should take care of your health..."

"Yeah, we're not young anymore..." George responded in a trance, looking at the sunshine outside the window. He hadn't stood in the sunshine like that for a long time. "Ahem - I don't know how many more autumn days like this can last."

William felt a pain in his heart and regretted what he had just said. He hurriedly comforted his brother the king: "Don't say that, George. Didn't you say that the new medicine prepared by the church for you is very effective? I see that your face is much rosier today." He tried his best to ignore the increasingly sunken cheeks of His Majesty the King.

George forced a smile, "Maybe... Sorry, I keep thinking about our childhood."

William walked to the huge windowsill and closed the window. "...I sometimes think of my childhood, George. Sometimes I think that I am too selfish. If I took on the responsibility of being a brother, maybe you and Tserwini could live happier."

George's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head and asked sadly, "Brother, ahem, ahem - do you regret giving up the throne to me?"

"That's not what I meant." William shook his head and denied. "I never regretted choosing to spend the rest of my life with Cynthia. But I didn't expect the price of giving up would be so high. Seeing you and Cylvini grudge and torture each other, my heart hurts more than being cut by a knife... George, you and Cylvini are my relatives." The Duke, who was always strong and courageous, showed sadness in his eyes.

"...The queen has been spoiled by you, brother." George said calmly, looking down at the corner of his eyes. "Whenever she is not satisfied, she will cry and make a fuss. I really can't do anything with her. She has only listened to you since she was a child."

William turned around and wanted to persuade His Majesty the King to be more tolerant and understanding of a mother who had lost her child, but when he saw George's pale and gray face, the words he wanted to say were blocked in his throat. The atmosphere fell into silence.

"In fact, I never regret it—"

George suddenly spoke, "I never regretted taking the position of heir from you, William." His Majesty the King lowered his head and continued to speak to himself.

"I was ordered by my father to find you and bring you home again and again. You and Knight Winston Taylor performed as bards in the city and played rangers to give money to the poor. I always knew what kind of life you wanted, brother - you wanted freedom."

"The one that left the deepest impression on me was... the Hanukkah parade that year. Your father repeatedly asked you not to run around and to go on the float with Zelwini to greet the people. I know they originally wanted to marry Zelwini to you."

"But you still ran away... I looked for you for a whole day, and finally saw you in a bar in the slums. You played the organ and sang, accompanying the dancers in the slum bar. The dancer smiled and covered your head with her dirty skirt, but you didn't care and laughed. At that time, I thought, maybe I can help you get freedom. If someone must be bound by responsibility, it can be me."

"George..." William was heartbroken when he heard this.

“Cough, cough, cough—” King George coughed again. He smiled bitterly, “It’s just that I didn’t expect my body to be so useless. I have to rely on you to help me clean up the situation so soon. Maybe it’s because I forced this throne, so it’s not recognized by the God of Light at all... Otherwise, the Bishop family has always lived a long life, why am I like this, and even my children...”

"Oh George, my dear brother." William walked to the recliner and sat down, grabbing the king's hand that was so thin that only a layer of skin remained. "Don't think too much, of course you are recognized, the God of Light recognizes you, the Bishop recognizes you, you are my only king." William put his forehead on the back of the king's hand that was as thin as an eagle's claw, and swore his loyalty to his brother.

George looked at the only duke in the empire, who lowered his head defenselessly and exposed his most vulnerable neck. From an angle that William could not see, he slowly revealed a satisfied smile.

The itchy feeling in his throat came again, and King George burst into another earth-shaking coughing fit.

"Ahem... ahem..." He took the towel from William and pressed it on his face. "I called you here because the bishop told me that the newly chosen people from all over the country have arrived at High Court and will go to the Temple of Light to receive instruction. If Catherine doesn't come back, she may not be able to ride on the float with the saints at the Festival of Light next year, and the church will have objections."

William looked at George's face, which turned red due to coughing, and gritted his teeth and said, "I will go and persuade her again this weekend..."

"I advise you not to waste your energy, Father." A brisk young voice came from the door, and Kanien walked in with a smile.

"Canyon! Where is your aristocratic upbringing? How rude!" William couldn't help but frowning when he saw his son who was always slacking off. "...What do you mean by don't waste your time?"

Kanien didn't care about his father's scolding at all. He found a chair and sat down. With a gossipy look on his face, he told his father and uncle the shocking secret he had discovered.

"Catherine won't come back, she's in love!"

On the recliner opposite, the two most distinguished men in the Gaia Empire were successfully petrified.

"Oh, father! You should have seen her now." Kanyon recalled his sister's foolishness and smiled evilly. "She is worried about the son of a small noble family. How could she bear to come back?"

King George was the first to react. He smiled and asked, "I see. The child has grown up. What kind of person is he? Whose family is he from?"

"Don't mention it. I think she told me to get lost. She's so precious!"

"Hahaha - no wonder your father always said that Catherine is most like him. She really looks like him back then..."

The uncle and nephew were chatting happily, and in a corner where no one was paying attention, the silver-haired old father quietly broke down...