There was a knock at the door of the room where Abbertus would be staying. His head hurt at the moment. He had so many problems to deal with. He regretted every decision he had made. One of them was the decision to eliminate Prince Messiah.
"What is the matter with a servant like you knocking on my door?"
"Excuse me, sir, the king wants to see you!" The diminutive servant sent to him lowered his head tremblingly, even though he wouldn't do something as bad as killing people casually in this place. The clothes, which didn't seem to belong to the assistant, sagged slightly as he moved.
"Then take me there!" Abbertus stepped out of the room given to him.
The adjutant turned in a hurry. His feet almost touched. But he quickly regained his balance. His body leaned forward as he walked. He was like an arrow released by someone, gliding quickly forward.
