Owen still vividly remembers the day he first met Morres.
A plump child with an air of nobility, staring at him with cold gray eyes.
“What is this now?”
Ironically, Morres could be said to be the most imperial-like person Owen had ever met.
The other members of the imperial family, who treated a suddenly appeared country bumpkin of humble origins like real family without any reserve, were somehow strange.
“Owen Lockwood. You were practically dead, but you somehow managed to crawl your way here.”
Even after being fully accepted into the imperial family, Morres stubbornly called him “Lockwood.”
Looking back, it was strange.
How did he know his original surname? Owen had never mentioned his real surname even once.
“Remember this clearly, you idiot! I will never call you ‘hyung’ in the future. A brat like you shouldn’t expect such treatment from me.”
Every time they met, Morres would spit out such cold words.
At this point, even Owen, who was unfamiliar with the noble culture of the capital, could tell.
That Morres guy has a really rotten personality.
But that was how it used to be…
“Morres, that guy, unexpectedly has good relationships with people, doesn’t he?”
Recently, Owen had been thinking this.
As he visited the main palace every day to observe him, he noticed that more people than expected were coming to the temporary treatment room, showing concern for the bedridden Third Prince.
A prime example was the stiff-looking guard knight.
“Your Highness, how…