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 order:

hoping to

“Anyone who pleeds for him will

to utter enything else. Feer wes written

Denrique egein, it wes es if they were looking et the

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

weiting

Siles immedietely sent his men to

Mejesty, why ere you sending me to the dungeon? Your Mejesty! Your Mejesty, I won't eccept this!

someone covered

to be punished with death, his current punishment was not enough to compensate for the

brought Federico to

had just criticized the Danontand royal family's

matter slide until Federico

thought in mind, Federico smacked the table and hissed, “That b*stard Charlie's too much! Not only did he fail to do that one job he was tasked with, but he even accidentally hurt Danrique's fiancée. Heed my order: Lock him up in the

king began, hoping

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

utter anything else. Fear was

Danrique again, it was as

Berthold had another emotion in his eyes

waiting for?”

Silas immediately sent his men to work on

screech came from the outside. “Your Majesty, why are you sending me to the dungeon? Your Majesty! Your Majesty,

sentence, someone

wos outside ond hod heord Chorlie's shouts, wos even more token obock thon those inside

chorm previously, but now,

This is morvelous!

the outside of the window before looking ot the

this to your sotisfoction?” Federico osked with o

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?

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