He closed his eyes, forcefully kneading the bridge of his nose with his fingers, trying to squeeze out those chaotic thoughts, the foolish faces of those advisors, and the images of Warden and the Commandery Princess's deaths.
Just as he felt he could breathe again and was about to reorganize his thoughts—
"Bang!!"
The office door was violently pushed open with such force that the door panel slammed against the wall and rebounded back.
The Prime Minister was so startled that his hand shook, spilling half the water in the cup onto the front of his shirt, leaving a cold, wet patch.
Instantly, anger surged within him, and he looked up, ready to scold whichever blind idiot dared barging in at this moment.
But the words got stuck in his throat.
The intruder was that secretary from earlier, now deathly pale, lips quivering, eyes full of unprecedented terror, even more flustered than when reporting Warden's death.
"P-Prime Minister..."
