"Uncle. What's the matter with you? What's that look like? What happened? What happened?
"Saul......"
The red-haired man seems to be named Saul. Saul approached His Majesty Liamos without even shaking his side. I wonder who this young man has been dignified in the room where he ordered to be paid.
He approached the couch where His Majesty Liamos lay himself.
"Are you hurt? Who? Who put your uncle in such an eye?
He's staring at us.
"You? Who saw your uncle like this?
"Saul. No...... They are guests…"
"What harm would the Guest do to my uncle? What the hell happened?
As Saul squeezed his jaw, we were surrounded by his men.
"Stop... Saul."
"Uncle."
His Majesty Reamos pulls on Saul's cuffs. Saul didn't try to lower his men with a sharp glance. As he was about to tremble into a one-touch crisis, a glimmer of voice entered.
"Whoa. You're the same. Saul."
"Is that voice Fion?
As Saul turned to the entrance, Phee came in with Kieran. "Prince Fion," His Majesty Liamos muttered. Sire Reamos seems to have noticed Fee's qualities.
"This, Saul. No disrespect. This one... is now dead... Prince Chianu... of..."
"I know. That this guy's father is His Royal Highness the late King of this country. But what happened to it? My uncle is now His Majesty in this country. No one is better than my uncle."
Saul laughed with his nose at His Majesty Liamos trying to embarrass him.
"Fion. What's this all about? These are your people, aren't they? I gave you a hand to catch Anton and his flavor. And I didn't expect to harm my uncle."
"Saul. No...... This... hurt myself..."
"Why yourself?
"I can't stand the depth of my business..."
"You're lying, aren't you? Didn't Anton tie you up there? Wouldn't you?
His Majesty Reamos was about to forgive Saul for his anger, but seeing Anton tied up no matter what he saw and us surrounding him, he can predict what happened. Saul seemed unbelievable in His Majesty's attitude in trying to shelter Anton by lying to himself.
"Why not. Why are you trying to protect Anton? He was after your uncle's life, Your Majesty. In my country, it deserves beheading. Give it to me. I'm gonna chop that neck off right here."
"No...... Saul."
"Uncle."
His Majesty Liamos, with a squeezed voice of power, stopped Saul.
"Anton..., a sinner in the country of Liguria... has decided to judge in that country... he is. Come on, General Dennis, take that person... quickly... and give me that."
"Thank you. Sire."
Dennis pulls up Anton who is tied up. His Majesty extended his trembling arm to Anton.
"Wait... give me..."
"Sire?"
"Ant...... n. Hug me... let me... give me that. It was born... sometimes... with this hand... and I held it up... and I did it... good..."
His Majesty Reamos tries to wake himself up on the couch. Saul stepped over and supported him on an unreliable hand. His Majesty embraces Anton. Anton was but left, but he didn't shake it off.
"Anton...... Sorry... hey..."
"Your Majesty..."
"The rest of you... one of these days... you... go..."
His Majesty Liamos seemed to know that Anton would give him a poison cup after this. Saul seemed to have learned something in those words and had nothing to say to His Majesty Liamos. Anton walked out when His Majesty left him, taken by Dennis. He bowed his head down and exited only once at the door. That became the last thing I saw of him for me.