"You truly have my gratitude for letting me win, Master Rhys."
"Grandpa!?"
"...Your Majesty."
Rhys almost gasped as the King bowed to him — there were no other guests since the party was over and Rhys was currently in the King's study, but the King's immediate family was all still there, and they could not help but stand up from their seats and gesture to the King to quickly raise his head. Even Rhys did not know what to do.
"What… do you mean he let you win, Dad?" Agatha, who was fidgeting with his father's books and flipping the pages in the corner of the room while everyone else was seated at the table, raised an eyebrow as she looked back and forth between Rhys and the King, "Are you saying he held back?"
"...Did you hold back, Master Rhys?" The King let out an amused breath as he questioned Rhys.