"What will you choose?"
The King of the Forgel Kingdom, Mosseus, has finally got to ask a question.
I could even see his lips slightly upward. It was a sight to behold as the noble who had been asked the question froze on her spot.
It's not even the real question of the king even thinking but the noble lady trembled like a fragile reed.
'I mean, anyone would be feeling like that if you're facing a king,' I mused inwardly while watching the scene with a serious gaze.
"i-I will choose truth, Your Majesty. T-truth."
The noble stuttered as she spoke, not even eyeing the king as she said those words.
"I see…"
Mosseus left those words under his breath, leaving the noble lady to be quiet, at the same time, receiving unnecessary pressure from the king himself.
Anyone who knew the king would feel that way. Even me, Zoe, and Tims are feeling it but not as much as the others.
"Then, let me ask you this."