Die at the hands of a woman?
Connor raised an eyebrow. People of the S Kingdom were particularly strong, and it was impossible to lose in a frontal fight. Women...especially beautiful women, were indeed very effective weapons.
"Therefore, the King has chosen a girl with a clean background as your wife, and you'll meet her tomorrow."
Connor was so shocked he almost jumped down!
"I don't need one! I have a girlfriend!"
"Your Highness, you do need one."
Hel advised earnestly, "You've just returned to the country and need a strong wife's family as your backing to support you. Otherwise, without prestige, it's hard to gain people's trust. Your bloodline isn't pure either, and the next King of the S Kingdom shouldn't be more mixed than yours. You must marry a noble lady of our country. As for your current girlfriend, just break up."
Connor's face was grim.
What was the point of being this so-called prince?
