"You look tired, brother."
"Huh? How did you get it?"
Lucas, the Fourth Prince who was just sitting on his chair with a tired look on his face looked at Raguel with a surprised look on his face.
"Through the door, of course."
Raguel answered with a small chuckle.
"But I ordered them not to let anyone in. Those bastards dared to go against my orders, I will make sure they wi-"
Lucas was about to stand up and confront those guards, however, before he could do so, he was stopped by Raguel's chuckle.
"Oh C'mon, don't blame them, brother. It is not their fault.
Do you really think they will have the galls to stop me, the First Prince from entering your room?"
Hearing those words, Lucas narrowed his eyes,
"How would you feel if I entered your room, unannounced?"
"Now don't act so grumpy, we are brothers. Of course, you can enter my room whenever you want."
Raguel, however, stayed calm and answered with a smile on his face.
"Oh? What happened? Why are you showing that 'brotherly love' now?" Lucas raised his eyebrow.
Hearing those words, Raguel smiled, then he grabbed the bottle of Alcohol placed on Lucas's table and poured some for himself in a glass.
"Brother, please don't act like this is the first time I have shown my 'brotherly love' for you."
He chuckled.
"It is the first time though. You haven't even talked to me for so long before today."
Lucas was direct with his words.
Unlike normal members of the Royal Family, he didn't play complex games whenever he talked with anyone. He just talked normally, he said what he wanted to say and did whatever he wanted to do.
He never cared about what others thought about him.
And of course, as someone who has never really talked to him before, Raguel was having difficulties holding up the conversation.
With Lucas shutting him off every time he tried to talk to him, he didn't know how to continue, however, no matter what, he couldn't give up here.
It is pretty much confirmed that Duke Merula and Duke Vestalis are collaborating with each other, defeating the two of them alone would be nearly impossible. There is no way the King would choose him over Lovis, who has the support of Two Dukes.
Therefore, to remain in this battle, he needed Duke Centho on his side.
However, talking to the Duke directly wouldn't work. That old monster has many years of experience under his plate.
If he or his Grandfather talks to him, he would understand their motives in an instant, and soon, he would realize how bad their position actually is. Once that happens, there is no way the Duke wouldn't try to exploit their weakness and benefit from it. That is the most common and logical move. Even Duke Fulvanius would do that if he was in his position.
Therefore, talking to Duke Centho directly wouldn't work.
Targetting the gullible Lucas was a much safer option.
The Process is simple, just promise him a lavish life, full of booze and women and he would talk to the Duke himself.
It was just that simple,
Or that was how it should have been.
Lucas, however, was much colder than Raguel expected him to be.
"Is that true? Hahaha~ I apologize for that. I have been a bad brother.
However, now I am here to redeem my mistakes. Give me a chance, will you?"
Raguel smiled a little and extended the glass he was holding forward.
Lucas looked at him for a while and then,
*Clink*
He raised his own glass towards Raguel. Their glasses touched each other's, and Raguel's smile widened.
Finally, he was going somewhere, he kept the momentum and spoke,
"To our new and better relationship."
Lucas nodded.
Seeing that, a smile appeared on Raguel's face.
He would see his grasp around the Throne getting stronger again.
However, suddenly, a smile appeared on Lucas's face.
Seeing that smile, Raguel frowned.
That smile… it wasn't a warm smile that should be appearing on his face right now… that… that was a…
Disdainful smile…
Wait, Disdainful?
Raguel's frown deepened.
"What happened, brother?"
He questioned.
Hearing that question, Lucas's smile widened,
"Nothing really, I am just wondering how more fake can you be."
"What? What are you talking about, brother?"
Raguel tried to keep his smile.
"Ugh, you can stop with the acting, 'Brother'. This makes me sick."
"What are you talking about?"
Raguel couldn't understand.
"You will be a better brother? You are looking forward to a better relationship between us? Don't make me laugh.
I know you well, First Brother.
Before this, you didn't even talk to me properly, I could tell from the look in your eyes that let alone 'loving me', you didn't even think of me as your blood brother.
I was and am nothing in your eyes. That will never change and I know that.
So why don't you stop this pathetic act of yours and directly spit what you want to spit out and then get the hell out?"
Lucas spat with a cold look on his face.
This time, his words were a lot harsher than they were when he was talking to Evane.
This time, he was sober.
Hearing those words and that tone, Raguel realized that coaxing him like that wouldn't work. He finally realized that his brother might be a lot smarter than he gives him the credit for.
However, in the end, he was still the First Prince, he quickly changed his approach and started,
"Alright, you are right and I agree, this act didn't suit me in the first place. I was way out of my comfort zone."
Saying that, Raguel placed the glass of alcohol he was holding on the table and wiped his hand with a handkerchief.
"Mhm, now that is much like you."
Lucas nodded with a smile and drank the whole glass in one gulp before refilling again.
"Alright, I will stop with all these unnecessary talks and will directly jump to the topic."
"Much appreciated."
Lucas shrugged.
Then, a solemn look appeared on Raguel's face and he questioned.
"Lucas Skyfall, do you actually believe you can become the King of the Skyfall Kingdom?"
