Garling clenched his hands tightly inside his sleeves. He suddenly looked at Gigue and said with an apologetic expression, "Gigue, I'm sorry."
Lucia's eyes widened in shock. What had she just heard? Garling, the man known as the King, had actually apologized? What had happened while she was gone?
Gigue's entire body trembled. With complicated emotions in his heart, he looked up at Garling and said softly, "Uncle Garling, there's no need for you to apologize. Gurando hid the truth from you. You didn't know about it at the time."
Garling shook his head and said, "If I had been more resolute back then, you wouldn't have continued suffering there, and you almost wouldn't have lost your life. I..."
"Alright, Uncle Garling, you really don't need to think so much about it. You're my only family. There's nothing to apologize for. Let's eat. Come to think of it, this is our first time having a meal together."
A faint smile appeared on Gigue's face, making Garling feel even worse.
Just now was only the second time in his life that he had said the words "I'm sorry."
The first time had been when he personally sent his sword through his father's heart. At the time, his father had also worn a gratified smile, while Garling, who had never been good at expressing himself, could only say he was sorry in the end.
Garling silently returned to his chair and murmured, "Family..."
Gigue turned and gave Lucia a meaningful look. Lucia immediately understood and snapped her fingers. A group of servants carrying dishes instantly filed in from outside, while another servant came forward to tie a napkin around Garling's neck.
Garling seemed extremely dejected throughout the meal. Instead, Gigue deliberately tried to guide the conversation, hoping to cheer him up. Lucia