Roland pushed open the door to his office, where Barov had been waiting for him for quite some time.
He tossed the document to Assistant Minister Barov, settled back in his chair and put his feet on his desk.
If outsiders had not been present, he would have wanted to hum a tune.
"Your Highness, please restrain your grief," said Barov. He read the letter, frowning and frowned. "The king has unfortunately passed away; the first prince is the murderer. It is a tragedy. I don't know what Your Highness intends to do next."
"Gerald's death was so peculiar. I want to see how Garcia and Tilly react before deciding," said Roland, "but in any case, we should be taking precautions."
Barov looked at the prince, waiting for him to continue.
