Tyrate, Capital of Barlia.
Inside the icy-like throne room, Johann knelt in front of his liege. The room was cold in temperature, in line with its appearance.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly.
Johann was unaware of how long he had been in this state. His leg has gone numb but he dares not to look up.
He remained motionless and waited for any sign or word from his liege.
All Johann can hear is the sound of paper flipping.
'What's going on? Why does he show his interest now?' Johann asked inwardly.
It wasn't a question he could voice out.
To be honest, Johann doesn't know how his liege perceives this event.
Since Prince Baldwin never made any comment, he had acted with boldness.
Perhaps too much boldness.
But now, Prince Baldwin appears to be very interested in reading the report about his recent actions.