The noisy atmosphere in the palace conference room faded away. Ramposa III sat upon the throne, his straight back bending slightly as he slowly turned his neck, producing a series of crackling sounds.
For an elderly man, taking part in such an intense and lengthy meeting was already an exhausting matter.
"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty." Gazef noticed this and revealed a bitter smile.
"Yes."
Ramposa III smiled bitterly as well.
Seeing this, First Prince Barbro's eyes flashed with displeasure. He felt that his father was far too indulgent toward Gazef.
"Father." First Prince Barbro spoke to the aged figure above him. "Since the meeting has ended, I shall take my leave first."
"Wait."
Ramposa III furrowed his brows. Looking at his tall, handsome, and imposing eldest son, he felt quite troubled.
First Prince Barbro looked at his father in confusion.
Ramposa III did not speak. He merely closed his eyes and sat upon the throne, quietly waiting for someone.
First Prince Barbro looked puzzled and wanted to ask further, but seeing that his father had no intention of speaking, he turned toward his younger brother instead.
Second Prince Zanac met his elder brother's gaze, shifted his plump body sideways, and raised his shoulders in a shrug.
It roughly meant that he did not know either.
Princess Renner, meanwhile, maintained her regal bearing and stood quietly to the side. Only Climb behind her had tensed his entire body, his expression rigid as though he were overly nervous.
They did not have to wait long.
About ten minutes later, a soft knock came from outside the conference room, followed by the doors slowly being pushed open.
A familiar figure entered everyone's sight.
Marquis Raeven!
Ramposa III opened his eyes, a rather friendly smile appearing on his face. "You're