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~Niklaus~ I was bone tired. I was always tired when I traveled for work and came back home. That was because of all the work that was expected of me. I could very well shirk my responsibilities to someone else I could trust to get the job done, but I liked getting involved. I was a perfectionist and I didn’t think that anyone could do anything as good as I would. There was a reason why I was the king and why my kingdom was flourishing so well compared to other years with other kings at the helm of affairs. It was because I refused to delegate duties. After all, I wasn’t afraid to get my hands dirty. I was always ready to see things to the end myself and not just lounge at home and be tended to day in and day out by servants. “You shouldn’t be asking me this. Do I have to teach you your