Chapter 345
Chapter 345
“What kind of person should a king be?”
Marcus suddenly posed the question.
Enkrid didn’t dwell on it for long.
He simply spoke his mind—the kind of response that would naturally come from a man who had lived his life taking what he wanted.
“The one who wants it should take it.”
Marcus didn’t offer an opinion on that answer. Instead, he said something else.
“A few months ago, I would have agreed.”
“And now?”
If not the one who desires it, then who?
“Should I answer that?”
The voice came from outside the dining hall.
Marcus hadn’t come alone.
Enkrid’s gaze shifted toward the entrance.
“My apologies for drawing attention, Marcus Baisar.”
A man called out from outside.
“It was intentional on my part. I rather enjoy being watched, so there’s no need to worry.”
Marcus answered, turning his body slightly.
The man outside came into full view.
The lord didn’t recognize him.
Kraiss thought he looked familiar.
Enkrid knew him.
A blond-haired man.
As he lingered outside, the soldiers standing guard at the entrance glanced at each other, silently asking if they should let him in.
There were no other onlookers.
This wasn’t a duel. It was just a group having tea—nothing worth watching.
Kraiss had even sent away unnecessary people for that exact reason.
They didn’t know what kind of conversation this would turn into, so the fewer ears listening, the better.
Two trusted soldiers had been stationed outside for the same reason.
The man smiled at them.
A gentle, persuasive smile—one that wordlessly asked them to let him in.
His clothing wasn’t that of a noble.
A simple brown shirt and loose-fitting pants.
The guards hesitated.
Should they send him away?
“Let him in.”
Enkrid made the call.
The lord didn’t object—this man seemed familiar to Marcus.
The sound of boots tapping against the stone floor filled the hall.
The blond man stopped in front of Enkrid.
He was of moderate height, with warm, easygoing eyes—his blue irises standing out.
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