Patrick and Ain's story continues.
"If you haven't taken action yet, there's nothing you can do, and we're going to advise the investigation department, the Keselowskis will crush it and it won't be in His Majesty's ear, and even if you advise His Majesty from the pavilion, there's no evidence."
And when Ein says,
"Right. We're just gonna have to see how it goes?
And, put your arms together and think about it, Patrick responds.
"Do you feel alert?"
"I wonder if His Royal Highness Prince William would believe me if I said he was kind, because he's quite subtle. But there's no way I'm not gonna report it."
"It's been a little strange."
"Hmm?"
His Royal Highness Prince Wang also had a prime minister.
"Huh?"
and Patrick, who opens his eyes.
As a matter of fact, Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth is pregnant.
"Is that true? Well, I'd love to."
"Yes, it seems that publication comes after a period of stability. but being pregnant means unlocking the side chamber"
"Oh, I see. I could read. Pushing my daughter into the side chamber?"
"Yes, it looks like he's willing to push his daughter up to His Royal Highness Prince William."
"Previously it was impossible, such as balancing houses with each other and giving out wives to two heirs to the throne, but now you can? Would Your Majesty allow that?
"As I mentioned earlier here, the Prince's engagement has a saying about his intentions..."
"That's not good."
"All I see is a future in which the prime minister's power grows"
"Right. Which would make you king? I'm pretty eggy. So, when you let our money be used in the west defense to sharpen and make the power of your own home a solid thing. But, Prime Minister, what the hell are you doing? If my daughter were to enter the side room of His Royal Highness Prince Wang, I would be able to accomplish some purpose. Even if you're not the son of your righteous wife, you may be king, but not the first child born is a man. Are you satisfied with the possibility? No, wait, wait, wait. Are you going to pretend to help His Royal Highness the King by collapsing his house from the inside of the house and, in return, transfer the throne to the third prince?
"It can be!
"How much money is going on?
"The figures recorded as the cost of building the fort rubbed information against the middlemen at Abbott Borderline Uncle, who thought it was probably about a tenth flowing to Prince McClane's third prince."
"That's a lot of money, did you report to Lord Abbott?
"I shared the information with the guys over there, so I thought it was in my ear. What can I do for you?
"Can you manage to grasp the fine flow of numbers in gold? to whom and how much it flowed. I'll report to Your Majesty with that number."
"Yes, then I will give you some more time. Treasury and diplomats have a strong mouth."
"Normally, I'd say you have a strong mouth and trust me."
"It's just torture, and when the prime minister finds out, the evidence will be destroyed, so there's no reason to do it."
"Well sure. When you know the details, you must report to His Royal Highness Prince William with His Majesty and be vigilant."
"Then I will also tell the Abbott family what the Hall thinks"
"Oh, do that. No, wait, I forgot Lord Ryan's wife, Lady Closia, was the third prince's sister! No further reports, and keep an eye on the Abbott family movements."
"Understood."
At this point, Patrick should have told me to torture him but let him break his mouth.
Because.
His Majesty the Mental King collapsed.
Twenty days later, Patrick was to hear this newspaper on Snakes territory.