The Crown Prince lowered his head in melancholy, closing his eyes.
What else could he say?
After years of planning, exhausting every tactic, even committing acts of treason, yet in the eyes of others, it all turned out to be nothing but a joke.
He lost with no value, so what was the purpose of his life?
Now they all tell him they never intended to snatch from him, the things he fought for all his life meant nothing to them, ready at any moment to take away, simply because they never desired it; had he not sought destruction himself, they wouldn't have cared to bother him!
So he was the one to have lost the throne, not because they wanted to compete with him?
The Crown Prince felt it was all a joke; he himself was a complete joke!
"Hahaha—" "Hahaha—"
