After several minutes of awkward small talk, the Prince took his leave.
As he walked out of the hall, he glanced back at the figure, suddenly feeling like he had achieved nothing.
The moment the Sixth Prince left, the atmosphere finally relaxed, after all, it had just been too awkward.
Louis stretched lazily, gazing at the sky outside the window, murmuring, "Frost Halberd City, I've stayed in this city long enough."
Lambert, as if already prepared, immediately handed over a cup of hot red tea: "Exactly half a month, My Lord."
"Maybe one more day," Louis took the cup, leaning back in his chair, "It's been long enough. It's time to go home."
"Spring plowing, the establishment of a new mining area, post-war reconstruction progress, now relying only on letters to convey orders. You know, these aren't something Bradley can personally monitor for me."
Lambert nodded, knowing well the importance of the Red Tide Territory to Louis.
