"......"

A young man stood by the window.

The young man was none other than Jurein.

The reason he stood there late at night, staring blankly at the night sky, was because his thoughts and feelings were tangled beyond measure.

‘At this rate, becoming the next king doesn’t seem out of reach at all.’

It wasn’t just “not out of reach”—it was more than likely. The odds were already more than halfway in his favor.

Jurein, too, had a grasp on the current atmosphere and political flow within the royal capital.