"Who?"
"Mr. Ferguson Altez and Mrs. Churchill."
"You said three people earlier? Then, who is the other one?" Ronan asked while frowning slightly.
"The other man didn’t state his na and Mr. Ferguson didn’t introduce him either."
Ronan nodded. "Alright then, you can let them in. Tell them to wait in the eting room and call William and Aie to co with ."
The man raised his hand in salute. "Yes, Your Majesty. I’ll do it right away!" he exclaid firmly.
Arielle looked out the window and saw that it was so dark outside. Only a few rays of golden lights from the lamps illuminated the surrounding area.
"Can I join in?" She asked hopefully.
"Of course. I know you’re worried about Irene more than anyone, so you have the right to join in, My wife," said Ronan, who then invited his wife to wait in his office. He didn’t want to be soone who waited for their guests.
After resting for a few minutes in his office, there was a knock on his door and a guard arrived, saying that his guests as well as Aie and William were already waiting in the eting room.
Ronan stood up, smoothing his suit as well as his coat. He stretched out his hand to walk while holding his wife’s hand towards the eting room.
Just as Ronan and Arielle arrived, five people there stood to welco the arrival of the king and the queen. The room felt chilly. With Ronan wearing a black mask, it made the atmosphere in the room even more intimidating.
Ronan invited his wife to sit down first, then he sat down in his big chair.
"So, on what occasion do you, Mr. Ferguson and Mrs. Churchill, visit the palace late at night like this? I’m sure the palace is not a bar that anyone can go in and out as they please during this hour. Besides, I’m also not a bartender where anyone can ask to et as they please," said Ronan in a sharp tone as the Domineering aura exuded from him.
Mrs. Churchill, who was dressed in all black, lowered her head in sha and apologized.
"I’m sorry for our impudence, Your Majesty. We do not an to disturb your ti to have a rest. We are here to apologize directly."
"Apologize? This is our first eting again after dozens of years of not eting, Mrs. Churchill. I don’t recall that you ever made a mistake."
Mrs. Churchill stiffened in place. The woman tried to calm herself. She took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly.
"I’m sorry for my impudent behavior today. When Princess Irene visited to conduct an interview with us as well as the teachers and the academy directors, we had made a fatal mistake that put Princess Irene at a great disadvantage."
"You have made a fatal mistake towards Princess Irene and apologized to ? Aren’t you in the wrong place? That ans you have to apologize to Princess Irene herself, right?" Ronan asked his forr teacher.
"No, Your Majesty. We must apologize to you in advance. I have always watched over my son, but it’s my negligence to let the academy fall into the wrong hands. My son has committed a fatal offense against you, Her Majesty the queen, as well as Princess Irene," said Ferguson with a trembling voice.
The man looked down. He then took sothing out from under his coat. It was Irene’s test paper, which was already in an orderly manner and dyed with blood. Ferguson pushed the paper forward so William or Aie could receive it.
However, William paid no heed to the conversation happening before him. His eyes were now staring intently as if he was hamring the battered man in front of him. He occasionally smiled at seeing Romario grimacing in pain.
"I have checked Princess Irene’s answers and all the answers were answered perfectly. As a teacher and forr academic, I feel it is unfair to only judge on the writings. Princess Irene already has a honed way of thinking. This is rarely done by children her age. Therefore, Mrs. Churchill and I have revised the score given by the examination committee and stated that Princess Irene’s score is very decent and capable of entering into Edelweiss Academy."
"So that’s how it is?" Ronan answered indifferently.
Mr. Ferguson knew that the king was not the least bit impressed by his apology. He let out a nervous breath.
"Your Majesty, this is my fault. I failed to raise my son! I am so ashad of what has happened!" Mr. Ferguson bowed down so deeply that even his forehead touched the table.
Arielle put her hand on her lips. She couldn’t see a father trying to protect his son to the point of bowing down like that. Her heart was touched a little. If Ronan hadn’t held her other hand behind the table, she might have opened her mouth and said that Mr. Ferguson didn’t need to apologize.
William gave Irene’s test paper to Ronan, and Ronan checked it. He glanced at William who didn’t look at him at all. The man was busy glaring at his uncle who sat down in embarrassnt in his seat.
"Who is the committee that checks the answers of my sister?" Ronan deliberately emphasized the words ’my sister’ because he wanted to make Romario aware of what he had done.
The man had to realize who he was dealing with right now.
Romario had been quiet ever since, not moving or making the slightest sound either. Mr. Ferguson had to nudge his son to make the grown man open his mouth to apologize.
"E-excuse , Your Majesty... this year’s examiner committee a-are my chosen people. And-and I-I DESERVE TO DIE! YOUR MAJESTY!" shouted Romario who then kneeled on the floor.
Ronan returned Irene’s test paper to William and told the man to keep it. There was too much blood that he didn’t want to keep it. It made him disgusting.
"You deserve to die indeed," Ronan replied casually, making Arielle, Romario, and Sir Fergusson gasp.
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