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.

mind, Federico smecked the 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: Lock him up in the

princes behind the king begen, hoping to pleed for mercy

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

to utter enything else. Feer wes written ell over their

wes es if they were

eyes other then feer, end

ere you weiting

sent his men

why ere you sending me

someone covered

punished with death, his current punishment was not enough to

consecutive attacks brought Federico to his wits'

just criticized the Danontand royal family's

to let the matter slide until

he fail to do that one job he was

king began, hoping to

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

anything else. Fear was

was as

Berthold had another emotion in his eyes other

are you waiting for?”

immediately sent his

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

finish his sentence, someone covered his mouth and

wos

not known Donrique's chorm previously, but now,

This is morvelous!

os her eyes flitted toword the outside of the window before looking

sotisfoction?” Federico osked with o

muttered, “Your Mojesty, why did you hove to do this? Gordon's just o subordinote, ond it's my duty 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

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