"My Lord, right now, they still don't know I'm a mole… which actually gives us a perfect opportunity!" Astharel's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. "I was thinking—maybe we can use this chance to make a move."
Even though he had already defected to Emerald Castle and pledged loyalty to Ethan, that didn't change the fact that he was still a king in his own right. And someone who could rise to the throne of a nation? Definitely not some useless figurehead.
He had real skills—serious ones.
And this was the perfect moment to show them off. To prove his worth. To carve out a solid place for himself in Emerald Castle and in Ethan's eyes. There was no way he was going to let a golden opportunity like this slip through his fingers.
He was already gripping it tight.
Ethan glanced at Astharel, his gaze thoughtful, then asked, "How much do you think we can trust this Grand Duke Opriston?"
"Well…"
