It was still early in the morning, but Duke Ermintel already received a letter from the King. The words written inside the white envelop were clear and precise.
'We need to talk today.'
The paper had the official seal of His Majesty. And the ink he used to write those words were still fresh and slightly wet. The Prime Minister cannot help but smile to himself. Does it mean his threats yesterday actually worked?
"Did he said anything aside from asking you to deliver the letter?" The Prime Minister asked the person standing in front of him.
"No. His Majesty just asked me to deliver that letter as soon as possible."
"Ha! So Prince Cyrene is that damned King's weakness." The Prime Minister happily exclaimed.
