"You see, for once, I agree with you. It's just that…"
Prince Arian paused, with his arms crossed and a thoughtful look.
With a sideways look, he gazed at his successor. Duke Velmout.
"…Prior to the accident. This little successor of mine, Velmout, set up several backup plans in case the situation turned south. Do you know what I found out?"
A smile formed on his face.
When he extended his hand, a tremor went through the air, and soon after, letters began to form in front of him. They dyed the air a crimson color.
[Patriarch, if you observe this message, it indicates that something has occurred. The most likely perpetrator is Duchess Priscilla of the Sloth clan. I'm en route to meet her at the moment.]
The hall immediately turned silent, and Prince Arian looked behind him. Toward Duke Velmout.
