The more time Kael spent inside the Dicathen Kingdom, the more he felt how rotten this kingdom had become.
Traces of civil war were everywhere.
So many people had died, that the amount of blood that had flowed could have formed a river.
— It was a war between the commoners and the nobles.
That was what Erza had said.
And it seemed like those words were true.
During the entire journey to the capital, the prince had shown himself less, and had also spoken less than before.
That was obvious.
He was the one who would lead this kingdom in the future.
And he was also the one who had witnessed the founding of this kingdom.
And now, the kingdom was in its worst state, threatening to be destroyed at any moment.
But fortunately, the capital of the Dicathen Kingdom was not as destroyed as they had imagined.
On the contrary, the lives of the people were still good, as if there had never been a civil war.
'This is the capital after all…'
