The king remained silent as he listened to Abbertus' question. He knew that his request would not be easily granted. It was strange that the king would suddenly grant permission for someone who caught his attention to join Bessarion.
"I'm sorry, Abbertus, I can't grant it. Because I can't believe that Cyril, who had trouble controlling his expression even when he was with me, would grant your request! If you want me to grant it, ask Cyril to bring the approval directly to me!" The king shook his head, indicating his decision.
Abbertus smiled and nodded. "I will convey your wishes, sire. Then I will take my leave!"
Abbertus bowed and left His Majesty's office. As soon as the door to the office closed, His Majesty sighed heavily. Every time he faced Abbertus and his cunning, he had to be smarter to read. This time he managed to save one of his son's potential loyal followers.
