As soon as his daughter's name was called, Victor immediately stared at the person beside him, who laughed awkwardly. Victor's jaw hardened with a darkened face. "Oliver Sykes. If you give a useless report this time and even delay my meeting with Silla, I will behead you!"
Oliver scratched his temple, which was covered in his long red mane. "Again, my apologies, Your Majesty. However, I can assure you that this report is grave."
Victor sighed tiredly, leaning his body, trying to calm his chaotic heart and mind. Victor's fingers massaged his throbbing temples, then muttered under his breath, "Speak."
Hearing Victor's words, Oliver's face immediately turned serious. There was no more joking in the expression on his face. He really looks different from Oliver, who exudes a beautiful aura even though he is a boy.
