Carl quietly observed Topal.
There are many who claim they will chase the flag that stands high on the top of the flagpole, too far away and too radiant to grasp.
But in truth, only a handful of people in this world can truly fight for it.
"… … ."
"… … ."
Carl looked at Topal with an unwavering gaze.
Topal, in turn, silently regarded the young Archduke whose commanding presence was undeniable despite his age.
'He is a terrifying being,' thought Topal. He shuddered as he realized Carl was coldly weighing the situation and Topal's worth according to his own merciless logic.
"Understood, Sahal Din Topal. I respect your decision," Carl said after a moment, his voice low and steady.
Topal breathed a sigh of relief but couldn't shake the uneasiness gnawing at him. What thoughts had crossed Carl's mind during that short silence? What decisions had he made?
If Topal had understood Carl's intentions, he might have cried out in despair and torn at his hair.
