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King Timodore never even thinks that his nephew, Toremo has wicked plans to oust him from his throne or to snatch from him, either the Glodeous Kingdom or Knostican Kingdom.
With full trust in Toremo, he even designated him as the second in command of his Soldiers in Glodeous Kingdom, next to Captain Batluha.
“Toremo, my niece, it is time for you to take higher responsibility here in Glodeous. I called Captain Batluha here to train you to be the Junior Captain of our Glodeous Army.” King Timodore stood up and put his right hand on Toremo’s head, who vowed down prior thereto.
Dreckos on one hand, felt a sudden thud in his heart. His instinct is kicking his butt to object but he could not move. He had no valid reason to object as of this moment. Due to his hectic schedule at the Knosti
