Tristan’s trip to the Blue Atrium, which was supposed to take half a month, ended much sooner than expected.

Father turned to the messenger.

“Has he returned bearing news of victory?”

“Yes, my lord. However, he sustained some injuries…”

“How severe? Is he conscious?”

“Doris!”

Father snapped at me when I suddenly interrupted, but neither he nor anyone else actually reprimanded me further. The messenger hesitated briefly before answering.

“His Highness is fully conscious and can carry out his daily activities without issue. However, he will likely be taking some time to rest before appearing at any official functions.”

“Thank goodness…”

You damn bastard, don’t you dare die on me!

I collapsed onto the sofa.

Beside me, my sister awkwardly slid a cookie my way.@@novelbin@@

Was she… trying to comfort me? It’s okay, sis. It’s not like I was despairing over that fool.

Across from us, Percival smiled as if he were some magnanimous saint.

“Well, that is quite the relief. In many ways, it eases the burdens on all of us.”

But, of course, the messenger wasn’t done yet.

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