The Tragic, Sickly Boy Genius Ultos

(Honestly... what kind of boy is he...?)

After calming his daughter, Sieg, he went outside.

On the way back from the castle, Rain, the man hailed as a hero, was at a loss for words.

—At the astonishingly earnest look in the eyes of the boy who had been with him just moments ago.

“I never imagined he was prepared to go that far...”

He murmured softly, his expression serious.

Had Ultos heard him, he probably would have asked, “What are you talking about?”

But Rain’s thoughts didn’t stop there.

(To think there was still a boy so wise and noble among this country’s aristocrats...)

That’s right...