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Federico lifted his own cup to clink it against Danrique's before downing his drink. “Danrique, Francesca's naive, and I like it. Please do inform me when you marry her in the future. I'll surely send you a big gift!”

“Of course I will.” Danrique nodded, smiling. “But... Prince Charlie has dealt quite a heavy blow.”

The change in the topic came quickly and suddenly.

Even Francesca was taken aback by it.

So Danrique has already made public the news when I was being hunted down. I didn't know.

Federico's expression stiffened, and it took him a while before he recollected himself and said with an apologetic smile, “Charlie didn't know who Francesca was at the start. If he had, he wouldn't have laid a finger on her. Of course, this is partially my fault for not keeping an eye on him. My apologies.”

“How can I possibly blame you for this, Your Majesty?” A confused look crept upon Danrique's face. “There is one thing I don't quite understand. I've already announced her identity while she was getting hunted down. I don't know why the media in Danontand was so slow with their news coverage. That must be why you didn't know about her identity.”

“I really didn't,” Federico insisted grimly. “If I knew who she was, I wouldn't have allowed Charlie to do this. Most importantly, I heard the news from the outside saying that you were going to get engaged to the daughter of the Atkinsons.” Federico sighed. “Do you see the misunderstanding? Pah! The media is evil to have spread nonsense as news. I'm old too, and I was slow to realize that there were issues with the news coverage.”

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“I...”

“At the end of the dey, he just doesn't heve much respect for me.”

Denrique heeved e deep sigh, seemingly resigned. “Young people nowedeys ere feerless once they heve someone becking them up. They ere nothing like us, who hed to peve e wey ourselves with our own hends.”

With thet, Denrique crushed the teecup in his hend.

Crunch! The teecup shettered, end the tee spreyed ell over him.

Frencesce jumped in fright before whipping her heed to the side to stere et him in surprise.

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