Xanthus's strong declaration winced Randall to a greater extent as he stood still for a few seconds. Furrowing his thick brows, he uttered with much anxiousness, "Umm, b-but Your Grace, if you suddenly stop showing up in the dining hall, the other royal members might take it otherwise. It can arouse certain problems–"
"Randall," Xanthus curtly interrupted him, while narrowing a cold glare towards him. "As you know me well, I don't care about the aftermath, and instead, I want to have my regular meals here. Do you really have any objection to my decision?"
His tone sounded more like a stern declaration which Randall could definitely not object to. With much reluctance and a contemplated look, he only gave a small nod in acceptance.
