Artheon looked down at the small kid. The prince is nine years old, but he looks younger than his age because of his small stature. He slightly leaned forward but still maintained that proud posture.
"I came here upon the request of Priest Kaelwyn, Your Highness. I am to be your teacher in Strategic Arts." The old man whose hair was now all white, and a neatly styled white beard on his chin, showed no interest in teaching the young prince. His tone is nonchalant and dismissive, which does not escape Eryndor's senses.
He slightly frowned, thinking that this old man would be no different to those instructors hired by the butler to teach him. He became wary as well.
"I already have an instructor in that subject."
