"...How could this happen? Those ungrateful bastards! They dared to plot a great rebellion! Your Highness, rest assured, once our reinforcements arrive, we will immediately launch a counterattack!"
"Uh, no need... uh, thank you for your loyalty, knights, but we have assumed the responsibility of the royal family, and our mission should take priority..."
The little prince, facing the sea of bowed heads, was so frightened that he quickly retreated.
But after the initial shock, he glanced at his sister and guards behind him, trying to seek help... only to receive a fierce glare in return.
He quickly pulled himself together, and following the prepared script, comforted, rallied, and praised the "loyal knights."
Although his words were stiff and emotionless, it was enough. After a few polite refusals, Catherine, with a face full of "respect and gratitude," stood up first... this act had come to an end.
