Chapter 128 The Great Discovery

• Pontione’s POV
• It’s not like I wanted to be anywhere near this nobody, this miserable excuse of a lion who dared to call himself King. Donald. Even thinking of his real name tasted like ash on my tongue. No matter how polished he tried to appear—no matter how expensive the clothes he draped himself in or how regal he attempted to walk—he still stank of his past, of the filth he crawled from. His greed oozed from every wall in this place.
• I regretted sparing him. Truly. Banishing him had not been mercy; it had been stupidity disguised as restraint. If I had ended him then, my friend might still be alive, his family safe, and the world spared from the rot this imposter had spread.