Still feeling down, Clayton carefully inspected the contents of the iron box.
To his shock, something inside shimmered with a soft silver glow.
"Damn... since when did my family own something this extravagant?" he muttered in disbelief.
Resting in his hands was a crown—gleaming silver, adorned with dazzling gemstones that sparkled with an otherworldly brilliance.
Clayton couldn't believe something so magnificent had been hidden in his home all this time. For a brief moment, he even wondered if he was some long-lost prince, destined to rise and rule over millions—just like in the fairy tales.
But the more he thought about it, the less likely it seemed. His father had never acted like nobility, and he'd never heard of his mother being a runaway princess who married a commoner.
With no dramatic backstory to cling to, his thoughts drifted in a different direction.
"Don't tell me... my father or someone in the family once robbed an emperor's vault?" he thought nervously.
