Derent Miller sat up straight; he couldn't understand why the prince was treating him so harshly.
"I've been careful with every single one of my actions," Lord Miller thought.
Still, a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. Thinking of the prince, he imagined a man driven mad by demonic power, capable of killing without hesitation.
"I… I apologize for speaking so rashly. It's… it's true—it could be a trap." Lord Miller, somewhat nervous as he spoke, chose to agree with the prince's words.
The prince looked respectfully at his father, King Sition.
"Your Majesty," Absab said in a solemn tone.
The king and his son had been discussing possible traitors and their identities.
The conversation took place just before the meeting.
King Sition looked at the commanders and tapped the tabletop in front of them with his fingers.
