Then… will you take them off?

London Leviticus let out a deep exhale, supporting his head. His fingers zeroing on his temple, having this slight headache at those two who were acting like boys in puberty, fighting over their crush. Although London couldn't deny that this issue was far more complicated than on the surface.

'What a headache, indeed.' London snapped his eyes at the person sandwiched in this problem. 'Poor little Aries. The issue of the mainland shouldn't be her problem, but now she was the center of it.'

"Abel," Aries called, but this time, her voice didn't have a tinge of relief or softness. "Please, Your Majesty. Let's resolve this personal issue privately."

Abel blinked. "Sure."

"Thank you." Aries heaved a sigh of relief, assuming he would stop pressing Maximus's nerves so they could proceed with today's meeting. But she was wrong.