Isabel, standing behind Aiwass, gently tapped on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Mr. King seems genuinely oblivious... How pitiful."
You really call him the king, huh.
Do you even realize you're Her Royal Highness?
Aiwass raised an eyebrow but didn't voice his internal snark.
He just leaned in close to Isabel as well and, in the same hushed tone, whispered in her ear, "What, do you want to show him mercy?"
"He still has a daughter to support... I believe he's telling the truth. He really does seem regretful, and he doesn't seem to know what Minister Drost does."
Pity blossomed in Isabel's heart. Yet, she still retained her rationality.
So she whispered back, "Help me, Aiwass... How can I save him without jeopardizing Avalon's interests?"
"As you wish, My Princess."
The corners of Aiwass's lips tilted up slightly as he said softly in profile, "Leave it to me."
—Since Aiwass put it that way, it surely must be right.
