Meanwhile…
Conan was pouting while sitting on the large couch in the prince's quarters. His eyes scanned the people in the room; some of them were servants standing on the side while the rest were nobles occupying the other seats.
"Your Highness, the fire that happened in the queen's palace a few nights ago raised a lot of concerns in the association," said a bearded man with genuine alarm in his countenance. "Even though the palace tried to cover up the truth, many were not satisfied with the reason. They think the queen was losing her mind!"
"If I were you, watch what comes out of that mouth," Conan warned with a poker face. "The palace walls are thin."
The bearded man immediately shut his lips, almost covering them with his hand.
