Rael didn't hesitate. "Raphael is the next Duke, not me. I don't have to follow Loholt's commands. And as for me… I don't plan on being a soldier for Camelot. I'm not some pawn to be used in their game of politics."
Duke Aurelius turned to look at his son with a faint smile. "I know, son. You're not one to be controlled. But remember, this world isn't easy on those who refuse to follow its rules."
Rael's expression softened slightly. "As long as Eon is with me, I don't need anything else. I just want peace. We'll make our own way, away from all the political games. That's all I need."
Aurelius nodded, his face unreadable. "I understand. But don't forget—sometimes, the peace we seek is never achieved without making sacrifices. Right now, you can't comprehend it. You will understand the true meaning of these words when you grow up to be an adult."
