"Father, he is lying!"
"Don't listen to him!"
"What… what did you say?" Mark stood up abruptly and pointed at his son, his face burning with rage.
His entire expression twisted.
"Do you mean to say that I am not a wise King?"
"Do you mean to say that I am not righteous?"
"The monarch who rules the hearts of all?"
"Is that what you are saying?"
Albert hesitated, then nodded weakly before stopping himself.
"Ye… I mean, no. I didn't mean that."
"I just mean that he is lying about the situation!"
Mark slammed his foot against the floor and looked around.
"Do you think I am a fool who cannot tell lies from the truth?"
"Tell me," he roared, "which part of what he said about me is a lie?"
At those words, all the nobles lowered their heads.
For a moment, some of them even prayed for the ground to split open so they could jump inside and disappear.
They could almost feel their ears bleeding.
