Upon receiving the order, Arnold didn't dare to argue. He gave a small nod and replied respectfully, "As you command, my lord."
"Alright, you may go," Nolan said, waving his hand dismissively, as if shooing him away.
Without another word, Arnold's figure slowly dissolved into a shadow and vanished.
Once Arnold was gone, Nolan gulped down his tea in one go and stood up, stretching his stiff body.
"No more work—time for bed," he muttered with a lazy yawn.
He glanced at the clock, which already showed nine in the morning. If it were an ordinary person—or any other prince—they'd be busy working or engaged in other activities by now.
But that kind of routine didn't apply to him. He had no authority or responsibility in government affairs, nor was he expected to assist his father with important matters.
In short, today he was completely free, and he planned to enjoy that freedom by getting some rest.
