Everyone knew what black sheep the representative of human affairs, Mr Benedict had hinted towards.
A silence spread among the masses and everyone talked through their eyes as they exchanged looks, waiting for the Pharaoh to say something.
"I can't help but take this as a disrespect towards our master, Your Majesty." Radcliff slightly bowed his head but his jaw could be seen ticking as he had clenched his teeth. "It has been officially decided that the matter won't be brought up as a reference during the present matters but it seems like Mr Radcliff has forgotten all about it."
"Indeed I haven't but when history won't stop repeating itself, we can not stop but grab the strings of matters whose edges go way back in time, Your Majesty." Benedict wasn't backing off as well.
If not for the Pharaoh they may have ripped each other's throats until now.
