"... Third Prince. What are your thoughts?"
"!?"
Dioclecià flinched at the sudden break of the silence, confused greatly about what to respond to such an ambiguous question from his Father.
"P–Pardon, Your Majesty..... I was not p–paying.... Attention...."
'You idiot..... The child can't read your mind!' — Orland thought, glaring at the Emperor.
"Your Majesty, it seems we need to know the issue you are referring to... To supply an answer."
Nonchalantly looking at his paperwork, the Duke assisted the two Royals, aware that his Monarch was troubled by his offspring's response.
"Ah... Indeed... Ahem!... I am referring to your opinions on this morning's meal. Was the Lady's company as you expected?"
"!!... Umm..." — The Little Prince straightened in excitement at the topic, hesitating to answer as he shyly glanced at the Lady's Father.
'... Sigh... Maurice...'
