After breathing in a long and enraged mass of air, the Father closed his eyes to remain calm, opening them slowly to stare at the composed man sitting across. Ready to tell what this delayed approach made Orland understand.
"..... And yet... this encounter you mention is not the one that pushed you to come to my presence, Clemente."
Conflicted by the many small things he disliked about what Clemente had told, yet controlling it so more was to be shared, he then added. — "If this is not enough for you to come before me to speak… what is... Is what concerns me most."
"... While it was solely myself that was involved, I deemed it insufficient to cause Your Grace trouble. However, the Empire is involved this time... For yesterday, before the uproar the attack on your distinct daughter took place, I witnessed a unique meeting while hiding my presence with careful aura… One composed by no less than your son and the second prince... His Highness Sverre Hugo Di Frostchter."
