The Archbishop examined Rex in meticulous detail.
He first lifted Rex's eyelids to inspect his pupils, then checked his mouth. After examining his head bit by bit, he moved on to the rest of his body.
By the time he had finished examining Rex from head to toe, roughly an hour had passed.
Throughout that hour, not a sound disturbed the bedroom.
No one spoke. King Genn and the others remained silent, afraid of disturbing the Archbishop's examination.
Once the Archbishop had finished examining Rex, he slowly sat down on a chair beside him.
King Genn could no longer contain himself. He was the first to ask the Archbishop, "How is Rex?"
King Genn was deeply concerned about Rex's condition. It was not just because Rex was the heir to the Kingdom of Gilneas, and without him, everything the kingdom had built would have to pass to someone else. Rex was also his son.
King Genn had always taken pride in this son of his.
He had witnessed all the changes in the Kingdom of Gilneas over the years. The kingdom's growing strength owed much to Rex's efforts.
He could not have been more pleased with his son.
Now that something had happened to Rex, King Genn was deeply worried. The thought of the terrible consequences, in particular, sent a chill through him.
If he had to bury his own son, King Genn did not know whether he would have the strength to carry on.
Rex lay unconscious before him, and had been that way for some time now. A few days earlier, King Genn had summoned Rex to the Royal Palace and spoken with him, but Rex had revealed nothing then. King Genn had not thought much of it at the time. Looking back now, everything Rex had said