Very quickly, three months had passed.
Clyde had disappeared too. The first two months of his disappearance was utter chaos, not for us, but for the people he left behind.
I heard he had sentenced Agnes to death and also chosed the next King himself before he stepped down and disappeared into thin air.
But the matter of who gets to sit on the throne wasn’t something so simple. The throne is a seat eyed by many, a seat many would kill to have so a competition was held instead.
Only for the strongest.
And that was how Darlov overcame the crisis. Clyde seemed to have predicted all of this since the person he choosed won. He wasn’t weak. He had been hiding his strength all along.
I’m sure I’ve never met him but somehow, he seemed to know a lot about me. He claimed Clyde told him everyt
