"Don't worry," said Leyman, noticing the Queen Mother's concern. "There is no way that the perpetrator of the murder deliberately went directly to His Majesty. Too open and suspicious."
Abdi Kencana is also aware of this. "Take that person to the Worship Room!"
Leyman and Tirta Asri looked at each other.
"Your Majesty," came the soldier's words from behind the door and then the sound of his footsteps moving away.
"My son!" Tirta Asri approached the king. "The Worship Room?"
Abdi Kencana smirked. "Calm down, mother," he said. "If it turns out that someone has bad intentions towards me, then all the traps and weapons hidden in that room will kill that person."
"You are smart, Your Majesty," Leyman bowed, then he glanced at Tirta Asri and nodded. "It's okay."
"But I'm worried about you, my son."
Abdi Kencana approached his mother, hugged her mother tenderly, and smiled to reassure her.
