Time Travel To Meet The Prince
The twins?

Richard rubbed his chin, cold sweat began to wet his palms, making him look uncomfortable enough. Especially considering Julian's explanation just now, "It's very likely that you're experiencing high-level hallucinatory symptoms, it's hard to tell which reality is and which isn't. But... such a thing usually happens to people with schizophrenia, it is impossible right, if you also have the disease? Tell me about the strange symptoms you've been experiencing lately?"

Instead of answering well, Julian swooped next to his eyebrows, "Don't fuck around, there's no way I'm crazy."

"Hey, nobody said you were crazy."

"Skizo is a mental illness, most laypeople call it a slightly rude, crazy language."

"Then try going to a psychologist, it never hurts to ask for mental mistakes."

"No, I'm not crazy."

"Psychologists aren't just for crazy people. I know, Dr. Alenio used to tell me about your family, so he tried to keep you open so as not to think about the burden alone, you and your sister are still very young. During this time you may experience severe depression, it can trigger the emergence of psychological diseases unexpectedly. Because your position is the first child as well as your sister's support, it is certain you are more vulnerable to depression. Not to say you're not sane, me and Dr. Alenio just wants to keep you grounded, so as not to carry the burden of feeling alone. We care about you."

Hearing Richard's advice and explanation, Julian could only bow deeply. Lamenting how the flow of his life that is in accordance with Richard's words earlier. Severe depression often occurs to him either consciously or unconsciously, but he always remembers there is a sentence that explains that all humans have their own problems. His two eyes immediately rolled upwards, "Didn't all humans have their own life problems and problems, do you not have any problems to the point of willingly meddling in my life?"

His opponent was wide-eyed to hear Julian's words just now, "It's not like that! Julian, can you tell which people purely want to be close to you and which ones are just using you?! I know you're a smart kid, but very little manners and knowledge of affection, huh?"

"Yes, my mother left since my sister was born, my father never once acted as the head of the family who could take good care of me and Nathalia, even now I myself have to start working part-time to avoid getting further and further away from my father. It's pathetic, isn't it? To the extent that others were willing to intervene to overcome," the teenage boy said with a sad look to himself.

Richard suddenly stood up, "Go, no one will have any intention of interfering in your affairs anymore. You're free to do whatever you want."

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Now, Juan is sitting in the middle of a square table, posisinyan which is at the end, of course, the main center aka the leader. At the other end, twdaoat the young king Ares of Galicia. Juan directed the pandngan to Ares while reading a rolled up paper, "We have obtained evidence that there are indeed Aragonese people who steal the core metal from Galicia. The culprit is currently trying to find. Earlier, I, Juan San Azarcon on behalf of the people of Aragon apologized profusely and will be responsible for the loss of a number of lost goods."

Ares looked haughtily at the young prince right before him, "Can't just compensate, the metal we have is of great value. Sentence to death for the thieves."

Again Ares's countenance explained that he disagreed with Juan's decision, smiling as if to belittle, "This is proof that Aragon is so bad, you are as if you are humming the people. Though they committed crimes, yes although not related to the lives of others, still, stolen goods are one of the hallmarks of Galicia. Or... is this the manipulation and cunning game of the kingdom?"

"If you belittle Aragonese politics and justice, you can bring the perpetrators to Galicia and bring them to justice according to your custom. We do not mind such a thing," Juan replied with narrowed eyes, he looked very tired because the words of the two always ended in an endless quarrel.

Amer is seen raising his hand, to protest Juan's decision, "It can't be so, as long as the perpetrators of crimes are always punished in their home region, even though the action applies in other regions."

"Already, there is no need to enforce the existing provisions. If I agree so there is no problem" Juan replied to the American question, "After the thief was found alive, you are free to bring and judge him in Galicia. For now there is no problem, you can leave Aragon and no longer enter our territory at will, the rules are not merely displays, must be obeyed and kept even for the leader," he stared hard at Ares.

The subordinates finally rushed to tidy up their respective places, then immediately left the meeting room. Leave Juan with Ares who is still throwing hateful gazes at each other. There is no pure evil but neither is pure goodness.

Ares began to open his voice after noticing the silence between the two for too long, "Calm down, Juan. We'll be back after this. By the way how's Sierra doing and your wedding? I heard he's been back a long time, right?"

"It has nothing to do with you" Juan replied indifferently. There's always something uproar when it comes to Sierra with Ares, probably because Ares proposed to the girl first, only to be rejected because Sierra prefers Juan.

"How did Sierra get lost, back then? Also, how did he suddenly return? Hearing from my subordinates, Sierra mysteriously disappeared in the Aragonese-Castillian border forest, and he came back miraculously anyway, are you sure he's Sierra?"

The youngest prince of Aragon who initially only focused on cleaning the equipment, and initially did not intend to strip off all Ares' speech, now his body stiffened perfectly. Especially when hearing Ares state whether the present Sierra is really Sierra. It made Ares seem to know something.

"Why? You can't answer because of what? Sierra is now a witch of black magic, and she changes her physical appearance as if she were Sierra, right? Am I wrong?" Ares' questions and statements sounded ridiculing.

"Sierra is Sierra, until whenever she can be him" Juan rushes off, leaving Ares with a slanted smile on the spot.

'Actually I was also curious, if Ereluz was not Sierra, why their faces were so similar, even I myself could not tell them apart.'

TB