“Uncle Julius has harbored ambitions for years, lying low and waiting for the right moment.
“With Father’s sudden demise, he’ll undoubtedly seize this opportunity to consolidate his power. This matter is far from over,” Austin stated with a grave expression.
“You’re absolutely right. Even if they yielded publicly, they’ll resort to cunning schemes. We’re likely to face numerous challenges ahead,” Eloise sighed.
If Rufus had not met such an abrupt end, these individuals wouldn’t have dared to act so brazenly.
“If only Logan were here,” Austin lamented.
“Austin, your abilities are no less than Logan’s. I believe you can achieve what he accomplished as well,” Eloise encouraged.
“Mom, I’m aware of my abilities. In many aspects, I still fall short compared to Logan.” Austin shook his head.
“Don’t underestimate yourself!”
Eloise’s voice turned serious. “Your father has passed away. After the funeral, I’ll immediately report to the royal family for your ascension to the throne.
“You will be the Prince of West Lucozia. This is a weighty responsibility that you must bear!”
“Mom! The throne rightfully belongs to Logan. I’ve never thought about inheriting it. Only Logan is worthy of being named the Prince of West Lucozia!” Austin declared firmly.
“Austin! You can decline other responsibilities, but not this one!” Eloise exclaimed sternly.
“Do you realize how many people dream of holding this position? Once you miss out on it, you will regret it for life!”
“I won’t regret my decision. I’m not interested in power. I prefer a life of freedom rather than enduring the burdens Father faced.” Austin shook his head.
What was the use of being a Prince? It was a position that came with a multitude of troubles. He would rather live a carefree life and relish each day.
“Foolish son! Things are not as simple as you think. You were able to live freely before because of your father’s protection.
“Now that he’s gone, if you don’t assert your position, you’ll end up in misery!” Eloise spoke earnestly.
As the eldest princess of Dragonmarsh, she had grown up witnessing the political deceits and power struggles. Some individuals would go to any lengths, even betraying family, to pursue power.
That was the driving force behind her fear of her son meeting a tragic fate. It was also the reason she wished for him to claim the throne.
Real power lay only in one person’s hands; the rest was inconsequential. The winner had the last laugh, while the loser suffered misfortune.
“Mom, I understand your concerns, but I believe Logan is not driven by power and greed,” Austin asserted confidently.
“Austin, you can’t be entirely sure of that!”
Eloise grew anxious. “You shouldn’t gamble your life on Logan’s goodwill. Once you lose the gamble, it’ll be too late!”
“If Logan wanted to harm me, I would have been dead a long time ago. I would have never survived until today.”
Austin shook his head. “Besides, if Logan is really power-hungry, my fate would be the same even if I take the throne. Instead of fighting each other, it’ll be better for me to step back willingly.”
“Why are you so stubborn?” Eloise was frustrated.
“Mom, you should face reality. The rightful title of Prince of West Lucozia belongs to Logan!
We should be supporting his ascension instead of fighting internally. Otherwise, it will only play into the hands of the ambitious,” Austin said solemnly.
“I don’t know what more to say to convince you. You’ll come to understand in the future.” Eloise sighed, choosing not to press the matter further.
Her son was as stubborn as his father. Once they set their minds on something, it was pointless to change their stance.
Austin would likely only understand her well-intentioned advice through firsthand experience.
