The Prime Minister lowered his head and glanced at the cup with a little tea spilled around it. Only then did he feel a faint warmth in his fingers and the back of his hand.
He was getting old, and his senses were declining as well.
If he had been a child, he would have already been crying his eyes out from the burn.
But all he felt was a little warmth!
He picked up the hand towel beside him, used for cleaning the desk, and wiped the water from his hand and the desktop.
As he wiped, he asked, "Was it an accidental death?"
That question was highly technical.
If it had been an accidental death—something unintentional, an accident—then there was still plenty of room to ease the situation! After all, from a subjective standpoint, the perpetrator had not intended to kill the victim. He might simply have been agitated and furious, and accidentally used too much force.
That could be forgiven. As long as everything was laid out openly and discussed honestly, he believed the Navy would not make a fuss.
With the compensation properly handled, public opinion arranged, and the fool responsible punished as he deserved, there was still a chance to salvage the situation.
The Army Minister shook his head. "He shot and killed the soldier who was attacking him. The man has already gone home. He's... the child of a noble family."
A noble's child. That made the Prime Minister's headache even worse! When the Age of Exploration began, navigation technology and industrial standards had been limited. Although every voyage carried the possibility of sudden wealth, many people also sailed out and never returned!
The sea held both opportunity and danger, with the danger even greater than the opportunity! In that era, everything from being