A muscular handsome man who looked no older than middle age, though he was an elderly figure—the one and only King Gongwang Hispenril—stepped into the room.
“So, grandson-in-law, you’ve sent away the maids again to stand watch on your own? You seem to be overdoing it.”
Naturally, Tesilid Argent’s answer never changed:
“I’m fine.”
<Aooh, that same answer again. He’ll collapse at this rate.>
“With that haggard face, it’s hardly convincing. Come now—get some rest.”
<Push him harder, old man.>
“…If I feel tired, I will. For now, I’m all right.”
<Don’t believe that, old man! If you buy it, you might as well admit your brain is made of muscle!>
“Hmph.”
<Hey, old man. Don’t tell me you’re giving up already.>
Agnes let out a sigh, palming her forehead at the hopeless sight.
King Gongwang Hispenril had not given up, however. His once-gentle expression vanished without warning.
“Grandson-in-law.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
What followed was a…