Meanwhile...
Conan was pacing back and forth in a chancery while biting the tip of his thumb. His expression was restless, clicking his tongue and ruffling his hair once in a while.
"Ugh...! I'm going crazy!" he clasped his head in distress, making Morro, who was sitting on the settee near him, flinch. The latter nearly tipped the juice he was drinking at Conan's yells, looking up at Conan cautiously.
"What am I going to do?" Conan hissed as he dropped his hand to his side. "His Majesty will surely go crazy again! He will kill me."
"He will?" Morro perked up, rather thrilled with the news, only to receive Conan's glare.
"Are you happy he might kill me?!" Conan sassed, and much to his dismay, Morro nodded. "This dimwit..."
