"Mr. Russell is a consultant of the Doomsday Faction at The Empire, do you dislike him, Father?"
"How many times have I told you to keep your distance from him!" Montezuma III reprimanded, "The Aztec People are the descendants of the Sun God! The Doomsday Party doesn't respect the Sun God and will eventually be punished!"
Huna nodded, "We need the Doomsday Party's power now to conceal our strength and identity, we cannot afford to fall out with them."
"As long as you understand."
His expression softening, Montezuma III sighed, "Don't be like your brother, he's idle and lacks ambition all day, the throne will certainly be yours in the future, you must inherit the will of the Aztec Empire, and lead the Aztec People to glory!"
"Yes, Father, I will work hard."
"Go to your mother, don't go out tonight."
