The Grand Duchess nodded, "I understand."
"Goodbye, Grandma!"
After bidding farewell to the Grand Duchess, Lucas Walker, holding one child in each hand, led them downstairs, got into the car, and returned to the Manor.
In the car, Perry Walker, who usually talks incessantly, was unusually silent.
Feeling the children's downcast spirits, Lucas Walker stretched out his hand and pulled the two boys into his embrace.
"Don't worry; he's not going to die."
"Really?!"
The two brothers asked in unison.
Lucas Walker nodded with conviction, "I promise!"
Only then did the two little boys' eyes start to show some light again.
Since childhood, their father had never broken a promise, and they had absolute trust in him.
As Perry Walker's mood lightened, he began to talk more, lifting his dark eyes like dew-drenched grapes, he looked up at Lucas Walker, "Daddy, are you going to be king?"
"Yes."
"Daddy, do you like being king?" This question came from Gepard Walker.
