The next day...
The knights outside the first chancery looked at each other with conflict. They then looked back at the shut door, sighing in disbelief while hearing Conan's hysterical cries. For the knights, all they remembered was Conan slacking for the past several months to rebel against the emperor.
"Huhuhu...!" Conan buried his face in his palm, surrounded by mountains of stacked-up documents around his office that were almost as taller as him. It was just full of them, barely giving Conan space to approach his desk. Hence, the tears and the dramatic cries.
Conan spread his fingers to peek, hoping the mountain of work would disappear, but to no avail.
"Hah..." he let out a dry scoff, dropping his hands to his side listlessly. "I don't think I will get out of this place for the next month."
