"The situation is roughly like this. In other words, Lady Merigold is most likely already..."
Veltrest stepped forward, speaking with a sorrowful expression. It was hard to tell that half an hour ago he was still telling Vizimir a lewd story.
Vernon Roche frowned as Lincoln spoke with utter disrespect, wanting to step in to reprimand him from his king's side, but before he could move, Veltrest subtly tugged at the hem of his cotton armor.
Vernon Roche was not a blockhead, a foolishly loyal person who only understood the concept of 'duty'.
On the contrary, if he believed that his actions could bring tangible benefits and interests to the King, he could even join others in complaining about Veltrest while drinking, just to build rapport.
So Veltrest merely tugged slightly with two fingers at the hem of his cotton armor, and Vernon Roche naturally stopped.
Of course, Veltrest himself had his own grievances, but who is a king if not one who knows endurance?
