Romon's face flickered with pride and excitement, and among the many princes, he was the most likely to rise to power, now riding the strongest momentum.
Most importantly, he had the mysterious Mr. Horus supporting him from behind, almost as if he could see the Demon King's throne beckoning him.
Patience!
This was another thing that Mr. Horus had told him he must learn.
He could show ambition, but he must never overreach and touch what he should not, for the Demon King was powerful, a being he could not contend with.
He etched Mr. Horus's words into his heart.
Before he had enough power to challenge that position, he must continually increase his prestige among the demons, enhance his own strength, and bolster his forces—that was what he needed to do now.
Perhaps it would be a very long process, but Romon could be patient.
He was far more patient than his eldest brother, who had been the Crown Prince for sixty years.
