When a decision was made, the nobles' attention finally returned to a tired and disheveled-looking Leroy.
"Your Highness, return to your palace first. I will immediately have a healer come and treat your wounds."
"What about Mother?" Leroy asked his uncle. Duke Clayton patted his nephew's shoulder lightly. "You don't need to worry about Empress Helena, Your Highness. I will take her to rest in her room. At this time, what she needs most is time to calm her mind."
Leroy stared blankly at the kneeling Empress Helena, then finally agreed to the arrangement made by his uncle. "Then, I will leave Mother to you, Uncle. Then, there is no need to send a healer to my palace. Right now, no one can heal me better than Weiss."
