"Being a king really suits you," Nox said suddenly, smiling faintly.
He wasn't trying to gain favor. He meant it. Luthair's current appearance, broad shoulders, stern gaze, and commanding presence, was fitting for a ruler. He looked like someone who led with authority, even if Tristan had always been labeled as weak.
Though he gave off the vibe of a tyrannical ruler, with how free everyone appeared to be, Nox really doubted that was the case.
"Hmpf, Darius looked better here." Luthair scoffed at the remark as he rose from his throne.
"How have you been, kid?" He flashed a warm smile that completely contradicted his fierce, hardened appearance.
"I have been well," Nox replied, smiling as he shook the king's hand.
"I knew you were cunning since the day I met you, but to think you'd take advantage of the war and carve out the west from Fri–Vermilion Kingdom is something I didn't expect."
