"Well..." The person on the phone was hesitating.
"Speak!" The Marquis shouted angrily. "Did something else happen? Don't forget how many benefits you've taken from my Poswoth clan. If you aren't able to provide me with the information I want, I can make you lose your status within the imperial palace!"
In response to Marquis Poswoth's majesty, the telephone finally squeaked out some information. "I've also heard... that His Majesty might not have fallen ill. Perhaps he's been controlled by Princess Sara..."
"What?" The Marquis's face changed dramatically.
"Marquis, this is just what I heard. Right now, Princess Sara in the palace has the final say. No one dares to openly discuss this question." A servant on the other end of the line said boldly.
