As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

"But whether as a noble, a transcendent, or a man, you have proven yourself." Having said this, Carl's tone became relieved. There was still some worry on his face, but more of it was pride.

"Your father is right. It is not too much for someone who can tame the golden-winged griffin to accept what Rowling entrusted to him." Robert also snorted, raised his head, stroked his beard, and commented arrogantly.

But the next second, his eyes widened again, like a lion about to eat people: "But I'm warning you! I haven't agreed to your relationship with Charlotte yet!"

"What's going on?" Roy pretended to be clueless.

Karl smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Don't worry, this kid knows his limits."

The Lionheart King was choked by what he said, then snorted roughly and said nothing.

For an old father who dotes on his daughter, this may not be an admission, but it is also a kind of tacit approval.

"I'm going on an expedition with Robert tonight, so I can't accompany you. You should go back early tomorrow morning to look after the territory." Carl instructed.

Roy nodded in agreement.

The territory is in the midst of a disaster and cannot be left without a master for a day. When Carl is away, it is his turn to take charge of the situation.

At this moment, Karl suddenly glanced outside the door and said with a smile: "Rob and I still have something to discuss. Let's take this opportunity to say goodbye to His Highness."

Roy understood what he meant, greeted Rob, and walked out of the house.

When the door opened, as Roy had expected, there was a bright red as summer.

Charlotte crossed her arms, looked away somewhat unpreparedly, and pretended to pass by nonchalantly, which made Roy laugh.

"Sorry for the waitting."

"No, I just stopped by to take a look."

Charlotte's breathing was still regular, but her slightly rising and falling chest and her wandering eyes had already betrayed her.

"Could it be that Charlotte came here running? Does she really want to see me so much?" Roy grinned, his tone light.

Charlotte raised her eyebrows, raised her fist, and said angrily, "Who wants to see you? I said I was just stopping by!"

She was only halfway through her words when her face darkened and she dropped her fist weakly: "After all, you're leaving soon..."

Something happened in the family territory and the head of the family is not here. As the heir, he must go back to take charge.

This is a responsibility that Roy cannot shirk.

"That being said, it's not like we won't see each other again." Roy said with a cheerful laugh. He walked over to Charlotte and glanced at the conference room. "It's still early. Won't you walk around with me for a while?"

Charlotte's face lit up again when she heard this: "Yeah!"

"I'm free anyway, so I'll just accompany you for a while!"

"Your griffin hasn't been named yet, right? I'll take you to register it."

Charlotte straightened her body and excitedly led the way for Roy.

The griffin should have been named at the banquet last night, but so many things happened that Roy didn't have the chance.

However, he already had an idea for the name of the Golden-Winged Griffin.

The shed where the griffin is located is in a corner of the [Sunset Red Castle].

It is called a greenhouse, but in fact it can be regarded as a small castle built of stone and wood.

As soon as you enter the greenhouse, you can see two rows of spacious pens, each of which is spacious enough for a three-meter-long griffin to roll back and forth.

Roy's golden-winged griffin was placed at the innermost part, and opposite it was Charlotte's royal griffin [cake].

[Cake] was taking a nap, and the golden-winged griffin was looking at it with an infatuated look, as if it had fallen in love.

I originally thought that this guy would complain about the environment in the greenhouse, but now it seems that I was overthinking it.

It wasn't until Roy coughed twice that it turned its head and snorted twice.

Roy wanted to gossip about how far this guy and [Cake] had progressed, but the thought of screaming at a griffin in front of Charlotte made him feel a little embarrassed.

Charlotte was drunk last night and didn't ask about this. If she asked today, Roy would have a hard time answering.

It's like telling others that you can talk to cats, only to be laughed at for a whole year.

The young official in charge of registering the griffin's name came over to the two men, bowed, and then asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Roy, how would you like to name your griffin?"

He glanced at the golden-winged griffin, his eyes filled with anticipation and admiration that could not be concealed.

"The name of the mount will be recorded in the family tree and passed down to future generations, so you'd better think of something nice!" Charlotte, the Lord of [Cake], as a person who had experienced this, warned Roy with a sad face.

The Golden-Winged Griffin probably guessed what was being asked and shouted, "Give your brother a cool name! Preferably one that has a bit of a husband-and-wife vibe to it with this pretty girl!"

In fact, Roy already had an idea.

Most of the griffins of the kingdom's nobles have wildly cool and awe-inspiring names like [Flying Flame] and [Grey Wind].

Knights are usually named in this style, and it sounds like they are very capable of fighting.

But if there are too many similar names, it will seem vulgar.

Roy wanted to give his mount a name that was low-key, luxurious and meaningful, and that would be recorded in the family tree and history books as being unique and tasteful at first glance!

He pondered for a moment, then calmly uttered the name he had already decided on: "Knowledge!"

Chapter 94 I'll Wait for You

After Roy left, the second prince Leo, who had been summoned, rushed to the meeting room in a swift and decisive manner.

After a simple salute, Leo looked at Robert with dissatisfaction and said anxiously, "Father, I am no longer the child I used to be. This expedition is an opportunity to make great achievements. Why do you let me go with you?!"

"Idiot!" Robert was a rough man, and he would still swear at his own son.

"Fighting with the dragons is no joke! If anything goes wrong, what will happen to the kingdom's future? Besides, with your skills, you'll only cause more trouble if you go!"

Where there is life, there is hope.

Rob was brave, but not foolish. If the dragons' power truly exceeded expectations, even if they were completely annihilated, they could at least preserve the legacy of the Reinhardt family.

Eighteen years ago, Rob was the one who stayed behind to keep the fire going.

So he understood that at Leo's hot-blooded age, he couldn't understand the overall situation.

Sure enough, Leo suddenly stepped forward and slammed the table, saying coldly: "The king has Charlotte! Eighteen years ago, brother Leonardo followed you into battle and won military merit. Why can't I..."

"enough!"

Robert's roar was like thunder, shaking the window glass and even the cups on the tea table.

Even Leo's heart was shaken and he was speechless.

The Lionheart's brown-red beard trembled with anger, his slightly weathered brow furrowed, and his red eyes seemed to be burning with flames. "Is Charlotte enough? Are you trying to put all the responsibility on your sister alone? Is this what a brother, a prince, should say?!"

"You ask why I can't take you with me?"

"You little bastard, just because of what you said, I won't take you with me!!!"

Leo's face turned purple and his lips trembled violently as if he wanted to express something.

But under Rob's fierce gaze, he finally said nothing and walked away with a lot of resentment.

Only then did Robert exhale a breath of foul air and hold his brow with a slightly haggard look.

"This brat is becoming more and more indiscriminate!"

"We should be more tolerant towards young people." Carl smiled faintly.

Originally, Carl was the one who was more pessimistic about the next generation, but Roy's changes greatly changed his mentality.

"What do you think of this kid?" Robert sat on the only chair in the conference room, looking tired.

For him, governing a country is harder than fighting a war, but disciplining his son is even harder than governing a country.

"He has good potential, but his character needs to be honed."

Carl's evaluation is very objective.

In fact, Rob has the same opinion.

Prince Leonardo is a capable commander, but if he were to rule the kingdom, the kingdom would likely fall apart within a year. That's why he was sent to guard the [Desperate Line].

As for Charlotte, although she has extraordinary talents, she is still young. As a father, Robert selfishly does not want his only daughter to bear the responsibility of being king.

Leo, though not as capable a leader as Leonardo, nor as gifted as Charlotte, combined the strengths of both. He also possessed a keen mind and a knack for political diplomacy. In peacetime, he would be the one most capable of ensuring the kingdom's long-term stability.

Although Robert never said it, he was very much looking forward to Leo's potential and regarded him as the heir to the throne who was most worthy of training.

only.......

"Needs training? Humph, with this kind of temper that can't tell the difference between right and wrong, it would take another ten years for him to be trained!"

In Robert's opinion, Leo is still too incapable of handling the task.

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Returning to his room, gazing at the magnificent and majestic main hall of the Sunset Red Castle inlaid with rubies, the dark emotions in Leo's chest surged more and more.

He already knew the outcome.

Compared to his brothers and sisters, he was the least expected one.

Robert never entrusted him with important tasks or took him on expeditions like he did with Leonardo.

But she didn't treat him with the same care, love and protection she gave Charlotte.

What Rob left him was always disdain and roar.

But it is precisely because of this that Leo can anticipate every step of his father and arrange everything.

"Oh, I don't need your charity."

Leo faced the window, stretched out his hand, and firmly grasped the majestic main hall in his palm, with a strange and broken smile on his face.

"I will get everything I want with my own hands!"

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"Knowledge!"

When the word Roy came out, the official in charge of registering names and Charlotte beside him were all stunned.

Alas, it seems that he is impressed by his own naming talent.

Yes, the vulgar people of the kingdom are just like the hot-blooded and immature teenagers. They keep repeating the same names over and over again. They must not understand their own pursuit of culture and wisdom!

"Your Highness Roy, this name will be recorded in the family tree and history books. Are you sure you want to use this name?" The official advised with some uncertainty.

"Uh, why don't you think about it again..." Charlotte also had a complicated expression.

Roy waved his hand and decisively interrupted their doubts: "No, this is it!"

"I didn't just pick the name randomly. I took it from a famous saying - knowledge is power! It has both culture and power, both civil and military, isn't that great?" Roy stroked the griffin's head lovingly, completely immersed in his own world.

The golden-winged griffin hummed foolishly. It couldn't understand human language anyway, it just thought the pronunciation was nice.

Faced with Roy's resolute attitude, the young official had no choice but to use a pen to write down the name of the kingdom's first golden-winged griffin in the register with mixed feelings.

【Cheese】.

To be honest, Charlotte wanted to laugh.

His own [cake] was outrageous enough, but he even added [cheese]! Two griffins lined up next to each other [cheese] and [cake], the kingdom's dignity is about to be ruined, okay?!

But looking at Roy's serious and proud expression, she finally brought out the good upbringing of a royal lady to the extreme, twitching the corners of her mouth and forcibly holding back her laughter.

After registering the name of the Golden-Winged Griffin, the two returned to the conference room, and Carl had also ended the meeting.

Charlotte walked Roy all the way to the palace gate, and the two young men stopped at the same time.

Carl considerately took his accompanying guards to the other side, leaving them some space to be alone.

"Don't forget the promise." Charlotte's eyes were a little dim, but she still tried to raise her head, put her hands on her hips, and acted as arrogant as usual.

"...I clearly agreed to dance with you, but it seems like I always break my promise." Roy curled his lips in self-mockery, feeling a little guilty.

As a princess, Charlotte was repeatedly stood up, so it was really commendable that she didn't get angry.

But Charlotte waved her hand nonchalantly, "No way."

"After all, the kingdom is in turmoil. Now is not the time to hold a ball."

Charlotte looked straight at him, her expression gradually becoming serious, and her majestic figure lifted her soft red hair, making the princess look like a crimson flower under the summer sun, delicate and noble, awe-inspiring and beautiful.

"I am the daughter of a king, and you are the son of a marquis. We both have responsibilities. How can we enjoy ourselves peacefully at a ball when the kingdom's people are fighting on the front lines?"