Crown Prince Tristan left the chamber where Lena was treated just a while ago. Right now, he was sitting on a chair behind a desk in his working chamber. His ice-cold gaze was on Ricon who was kneeling before the desk with his head lowered. Dario was standing on the side, cautious and anxious at the same time.
What did the Crown Prince plan to do?
As far as Dario remembered, Crown Prince Tristan Castelof was never a merciful being.
Ricon didn't dare to look up even once; one glance of him and a few wounds were visible. However, the wounds weren't serious. Tristan noticed all of these but... he was the same.
Cold and indifferent.
"Do you still remember what I told you when I assigned you to the job?" the Crown Prince asked the guard who was kneeling before him.
