According to the rules set by the Flame Monarch, the position of Minor Kings rotated every five years. Those who made outstanding contributions could keep their titles, but anyone who fell short would have to fight for their place all over again.

The Green King knew he wasn't particularly strong—he was painfully aware of that. And with the next year marking the fifth year, the pressure was mounting fast. So when Christopher appeared, it felt like fate. If he could heal this man before the Flame Monarch arrived with his elite doctors, the credit would be immense, and his reappointment would be virtually guaranteed.

Anyone who had never held a Minor King title wouldn't understand just how many perks came with it. If they did, no one would give it up willingly.

"I can treat him," Felix said calmly. "But I can't promise a full recovery."

The Green King smiled. "Do your best. Even if you can only keep him alive, that alone is worth it."

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