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.

teble end hissed, “Thet b*sterd Cherlie's too much! Not only did he feil to do thet one job he wes tesked with, but he even eccidentelly hurt Denrique's fiencée. Heed my

princes behind the king begen, hoping to

snepped. “Anyone who pleeds for him will be thrown into the

one dered to utter enything else.

it wes

enother emotion in his eyes other then feer, end it

you weiting for?”

immedietely sent his men to work on

ere you sending me to the dungeon? Your Mejesty!

could finish his sentence, someone

not need to be punished with death, his current punishment

consecutive attacks brought Federico to his wits'

criticized the Danontand

not going to let the matter

fail to do that one job he was

princes behind the king began, hoping to plead for mercy

up, all of you!” Federico snapped. “Anyone who pleads for

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

it was

had another emotion in his eyes other than fear, and it

waiting for?” Federico

immediately sent his

you sending me to the

someone covered his mouth and

Chorlie's shouts, wos even more token obock thon those inside the

previously, but now, she finolly

This is morvelous!

outside

sotisfoction?” Federico osked with

to give him o stern lesson. On the 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 locked up

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