“You’re right about Austin. He’s truly exceptional.” Rufus nodded approvingly.
He went on, “His combat prowess in the Black Dragon Army ranks is at the top, even surpassing my skills back in the day. Moreover, his military strategies make him an invaluable talent.
“The commanders often report Austin’s achievements to me, and I’ve watched him grow. Having a son like him makes me proud,” he expressed with satisfaction.
Hearing this, Eloise breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a surge of joy. She hadn’t expected him to pay such close attention to their son’s development despite his busy schedule.
“Eloise, Austin is an outstanding young man, no doubt about it. He can become a great general, leading West Lucozia to expand its territory and achieve extraordinary feats.
“However, being the Prince of West Lucozia is a different story, at least not for now.” He suddenly shifted the conversation.
Upon hearing this, she paused, a hint of confusion crossing her face.
“Eloise, if I had more time, I’d slowly groom Austin until he becomes a qualified Prince of West Lucozia. Unfortunately, time is not on my side anymore.” Rufus shook his head.
“Your Highness, are you saying…” Eloise anticipated the result yet hesitated to voice it.
“I’m thinking of passing the throne to Logan.” His expression became complex.
“In terms of character, strength, strategic insight, and military talent, Logan is the best choice. He’s more suited for this position than I am.”
“Your Highness, from what I know, Logan is devoted to the martial world, uninterested in authority matters. He might not like this decision.” She tried to explain.
“He indeed doesn’t like it, but there are things a person must do, even if they don’t like them. That’s called responsibility,” Rufus spoke with a stern tone.
“For justice, the people of West Lucozia, and the world at large, I believe he will shoulder this heavy burden.”
“Your Highness, why not let Logan make his own choice?” Eloise asked.
“Of course, I won’t force Logan, just as I won’t force Austin. They’re both my sons, and I’ll let them compete fairly. I just hope you understand that Logan is the better choice.” Rufus emphasized.
“I understand.” Eloise nodded reluctantly.
Though she was unwilling to admit it, she knew deep down that, from every perspective, Logan was more outstanding and better suited to be the Prince of West Lucozia than Austin.
However, as a mother, she naturally hoped for her son to ascend to a prominent position, surpassing the multitude.
Therefore, she had to compete for this throne, not for herself but for her son’s prospects.
“Eloise, this position isn’t as glamorous as people imagine. Claims of wielding authority and commanding power are all illusory things.
“Since ascending to this position, I no longer live for myself but for all the people of West Lucozia. The pressure and responsibilities I carry, outsiders can never understand,” Rufus explained.
“If I had a choice, I really wouldn’t want to be the damn Prince of West Lucozia. It’s too damn exhausting,” he said, coughing again.
She quickly raised her hand, gently patting Rufus’s back to help him ease the cough. At this moment, she suddenly noticed that her husband seemed much older.
The once majestic and awe-inspiring man had faded away, replaced by an elderly figure on the verge of decline.
Looking at Rufus’s graying hair, Eloise couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache. What happened to the man who used to be so full of vigor and unparalleled?
“Eloise, you must be tired too. Go back to rest in your room. In two days, let’s gather as a family.” Rufus smiled.
“Your Highness, take care of yourself,” Eloise reminded.
“I know, go on.” Rufus waved his hand. “I’ll take my leave then.”
