Horace stood there, already mentally and physically exhausted.
Forget it. He still had government affairs to deal with...
He turned, ready to head to the study and look over the government work that had piled up over the past few days.
"Lord Horace!"
A messenger stopped before him, panting.
A Caria Knight chased after him. "You haven't been announced yet! You can't go in!"
At that moment, the Caria Knight was worried about his wages, while the messenger was worried about his head.
"An urgent summons from Leyndell! Queen Marika requests your presence immediately! She says it's urgent!"
Horace looked at the frantic messenger. Anyone who could outrun a Caria Knight, the elite of the elite, was no ordinary messenger.
The messenger: To keep my head from becoming a tavern decoration, burn, my inner cosmos!
Horace studied the sweat-drenched messenger. He didn't look like he was acting...
Something urgent?
Could it be...
"Understood."
He climbed onto the Ice Dragon, who hadn't even had time to rest.
Borealis let out a despairing wail.
Again? Was a dragon not allowed to rest? Didn't Flying Dragons have human rights? Uh, actually, no.
Some time later, in Leyndell.
Horace pushed the door open and entered.
In the Throne Room, Marika sat upright in the seat of honor. Godfrey stood beside her, arms folded, looking relaxed. Nothing about them suggested an emergency.
Horace's gaze swept across their faces before settling on the sealed scroll in front of Marika.
His eyelid twitched-the right one. "This is the 'urgent matter' you called me here for?"
Marika's smile was blindingly bright. "Yes, yes! Look, I've already prepared the Edict. All it needs is your signature!"
Horace didn't sign.
He walked over to the Edict and glanced down at it. Fortunately, it wasn't a Succession Edict. The great weight