Alex, or rather Jack, had never met the crown prince in person. Everything he knew came from rumors.
People said the prince was kind and truly cared about the kingdom and its people.
Asmon knew better.
To Asmon, the prince was an ambitious man, the type who would scrub floors like a maid if it helped him reach a goal.
Pride meant nothing to him.
He would throw it away without hesitation if it got in his way.
Asmon both respected and feared that trait. A man like that would climb very high.
There was no doubt about it. That was exactly why Asmon knew he could never truly trust him.
If their goals matched, they could cooperate for a while. That was fine.
But long term, Asmon would never leave his back exposed to someone like that.
If it helped his own interests, the prince would throw anyone under the cart. He would not even think twice about it.
That was what made Asmon uneasy.
There was no way to transport extra lives. But information about the ruin was different.
