[Donald's Perspective]
"Your Majesty... What do you think of my suggestion? If you have any thoughts, please tell me directly. I'm getting old and my mind doesn't work as fast, so I ask for your and the other lords' patience!"
Perhaps feeling the atmosphere in the room had become too stiff and awkward, Berton stumbled over his words and continued speaking.
I looked at the elderly werewolf, who spoke carefully and acted smoothly. After a while, I smiled helplessly, stood up while leaning on the table, and said with a sneer, "It's not that you're old and slow, but rather, you have too deep of schemes, and you're trying to foist inappropriate ideas onto me!"
Berton immediately fell to his knees after I finished speaking, continuously claiming he didn't dare do such.
