"Yes, Duke!"
Three assistants' workbooks were already filled with densely packed tasks.
Lucas Walker thought carefully to ensure nothing was omitted before he gently waved his hand.
"You should rest early."
One of the assistants reminded him, then left with the other two to handle the tasks separately.
Rising from his chair, Lucas Walker took a leisurely walk to the balcony, leaning on the railing with both hands, gazing out over the grass behind the castle.
He was certainly prepared to become king.
It's just that this time, things were somewhat unexpected.
What worried him wasn't just this; it was also the old king's health.
Although he had promised his children, and he knew the doctors would do their utmost...
Lucas Walker understood very well that once surgery was involved, anything could happen.
Birth, aging, illness, death—these are things that no one can resist.
