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Three minutes later.
Cezar lifted the crown from his head and casually tossed it to the ground. Then, with the White King's Staff in hand, he walked expressionlessly out of the Imperial Palace and stood atop the high steps.
Looking down at the islands on the sea, there was already a palm-sized Nobel Shark on his shoulder.
"I've already had the surviving members of the Royal Court Army return to the island," the little shark said. "Seeing you with the White King's Staff, their attitude did a complete 360-degree change."
"This country is so ridiculous, letting a scepter decide who is King," Cezar muttered softly.
Yaguba pondered and then asked, "Is this really okay?"
"I've said it before, Yaguba, now that Li Qingping is dead, and so is Father, I have no reason to stay in this place anymore."
"To those people, you might become a historical criminal?"
"No matter what they think, it doesn't matter... I promised you something, and I'll do it."
