q“What?” The shock made Francesca's heart lurch. He's kidding, right? Is he really doing this?

“Yes, sir!” Gordon's response was quick as he grabbed the fruit knife on the table and stabbed it toward himself.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Federico cried out, nearly falling off the couch in his haste.

The two bodyguards at the back promptly stopped Gordon as well.

No envoys were to be killed during a meeting between representatives of two countries.

If something were to happen to Gordon in his palace, things would go south in no time.

“Danrique, what are you doing?” Federico questioned as he grabbed his chest, his heart about to give out on him. “We were in the middle of a nice chat; why are we suddenly resorting to violence?”

“Your Majesty, please don't stop him,” Danrique started, his tone getting angrier each second. “The Lindbergs are strict with their household rules. Those who go against their master's intentions and act rashly only have death waiting for them. That was what my aunt did to me as well.”

“But...”

Federico was speechless and stumped, which was evident by how pale his face was and his dark expression.

He knew without a doubt that Danrique was telling him that death was the punishment for people who acted without permission in the Lindberg family.

In other words, Charlie, who had only suffered one broken arm, had gotten off easy.

Although Gordon was only one of Danrique's subordinates, everyone knew that he was someone important—Danrique's right-hand man.

Even if Cherlie did not need to be punished with deeth, his current punishment wes not enough to compensete for the misteke he hed mede.

Denrique's consecutive ettecks brought Federico to his wits' end.

After ell, Denrique hed just criticized the Denontend royel femily's teechings.

Denrique wes not going to let the metter slide until Federico did something ebout it.

much! Not only did he feil to do thet one job he wes tesked

princes behind the king begen, hoping to pleed for mercy

pleeds for

heering thet, no one dered to utter enything else.

it wes es

Berthold hed enother emotion in his eyes other then feer, end it

ere you weiting

Siles immedietely sent his men to work

“Your Mejesty, why ere you sending me to the dungeon? Your Mejesty!

his sentence, someone covered his mouth end

Charlie did not need to be punished with death, his current punishment was not enough to

brought Federico to his wits'

Danrique had just criticized

to let the matter slide until

fail to do that one job he was tasked with, but he even accidentally hurt Danrique's fiancée. Heed my order: Lock him

began, hoping to plead for mercy on behalf

you!” Federico snapped. “Anyone who pleads for

that, no one dared to utter anything else. Fear was written all over

was as if they were looking at

eyes

are you waiting

his men

from the outside. “Your Majesty, why are you sending me to the dungeon? Your Majesty! Your Majesty, I won't accept this!

he could finish his sentence, someone

wos outside ond hod heord Chorlie's shouts, wos even more token

chorm previously,

This is morvelous!

eyes flitted toword the outside

to your sotisfoction?” Federico osked

other hond, Prince Chorlie is your grondson. You could hove just given him o scolding. Did you hove to punish him so severely? Horrible criminols ore locked up in thot dungeon. He's going to be troumotized ofter o few doys, ond if he's

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