(Third Person POV)
"Welcome, brother. Do you need help with something?"
Orlax looked at the sixth prince, Vincent Tirshtain, who was the youngest of the princes after him.
"Hahaha, it seems you've become obedient lately. That's good. Looks like you've realized your place."
Vincent leaned his elbow on Orlax's head and rested on him while eyeing the bookshelf filled with books.
"Hmm, which book should I pick? What do you think?"
At that moment, Orlax felt like his skull was being drilled into because of how hard Vincent was pressing down.
"I think this book might be useful for you."
Orlax clenched his teeth tightly and calmed himself before doing anything reckless, then suggested one of the books in front of him.
"That's boring. You used to be more fun when you tried to resist with all your strength."
Seeing that Orlax didn't respond or react, Vincent's face turned bored, and he walked away.
