Inside the guest room meant for special guests, Leone sat across from his great-grandparents.
The three shared a pleasant discussion, talking about the recent happenings within the Kingdom of Britannia.
Leone almost clapped his hands after hearing that the Barbarians and the Beastkins had managed to eat a good chunk of the Kingdom's lands.
"You really hate Britannia, don't you?" Lugh smirked.
"Hate is too weak a word, Great Grandpa," Leone replied. "If anything, I despise them. One of these days, I'd knock that king off his throne and put my father in his place. I'm sure he will make a better King than that old fart."
Leone's great-grandmother, Rosaline, smiled faintly at the young man's words. She talked to Leone's mother, Helen, frequently.
From what she could tell, Helen truly loved her husband. She also said that not only was he a wonderful father, but he was a competent noble as well.
