"Your Majesty!"
Conan barged inside the emperor's office in high spirits, making Abel, who was sitting on the armchair with his leg over the other, blink cluelessly. On the long settee on the emperor's left was Isaiah, eyes at Conan, who was stomping his way inside. Both men could only watch Conan until he stopped near them, hands on his hips.
"My, Conan. I've never seen you this pissed for a long time." Abel pointed out in his usual quirky voice. "I'm interested. Did you bully him, Duke?"
He cast Isaiah a look, and the latter frowned. Isaiah's expression was enough for Abel to know he was innocent this time. So, he rubbed his chin, eyes back to Conan.
"Did my sweet bully, bully you?" he asked, knowing Conan just returned from accompanying Aries. This vassal of his kept pestering Aries just so he could get away from his work. What a lazy person.
