"Your Highness, I am deeply sorry for what happened to your nation. But forgive my bluntness—no matter how you involve yourselves in this matter, even if you merely help Yondu hunt down the raccoon, you may bring trouble upon yourselves that you cannot handle."
Schiller looked at Aran with an apologetic expression. He was certain that Aran would not keep pressing the matter, much less ask the Sanctum Sanctorum to resolve it for him.
Though Aran appeared extremely anxious, as if he could not wait to safeguard his country's security, the Dordel Federation he mentioned was actually an alliance of multiple tribes. He was merely the prince of one of them, perhaps not even an important prince with a claim to succession.
His attitude of acting as though everyone else was blind while he alone saw the truth, insisting on helping the federation solve this problem, was nothing more than an attempt to win himself a little political capital. But if the price of winning it exceeded his expectations, there would naturally be no reason to continue.
Sure enough, Aran merely showed a regretful expression, utterly devoid of his previous anxiety. He seemed only to lament having missed an opportunity to impress his father.
Just then, attendants emerged from the concert hall and guided the guests to their seats in order. Aran smiled at Schiller and said, "Thank you so much, sir. Thank you for your kind warning. It seems we can only endure it for now. Still, I will visit Earth another day. I would also like to experience the Sanctum Sanctorum's services."
"Of course. The Sanctum Sanctorum welcomes you at any time."
After hearing Schiller's polite reply, Aran turned away at the appropriate moment and did not continue pestering him. But once he had turned around, Schiller's solemn