Then Count Mild spoke. The events of that day, from beginning to end. Everything said and done between Ellen and His Highness.

At Philip’s command, the countenance of Count Mild hardened. He looked at Alexander’s cues and asked Philip.

“Everything said and done… do you mean?”

At that, Philip’s mood soured even more.

‘No, why are you looking at Alexander’s cues when I commanded?’

And Alexander shrugged his shoulders.

“You want to know about the Countess’s past, don’t you?”

“Hmm. Yes, yes.”

Count Mild cleared his throat.

“I will report to you exactly as I have seen and heard.”

The two men and Domingo listened carefully.

From Count Mild’s mouth, the events of that day gradually flowed out.

There were no secrets. Ellen and Alexander’s past relationship was also testified.

The corner of Alexander’s mouth inadvertently lifted, and Philip’s forehead involuntarily rose in anger.

“What do you think of the Ellen you know? Would she willingly divorce Philip?” He said.

‘…That’s exactly it.’

It was Ellen indeed. Philip’s mood improved greatly.

“Ah.”

A sigh came from Alexander.

He hadn’t expected that statement to be testified.

At that, Philip felt satisfied.

Then, as the testimony proceeded further,

“His Highness grabbed my lady’s wrist…”

“Wait.”

Alexander rose from his seat, standing as if to block Count Mild.

“I’ll tell that part again.”

Count Mild turned his eyes to Philip. To Philip’s eyes, there seemed to be something wrong with Alexander.

Philip also stood up in front of Count Mild and Alexander.

“Your Highness, I was listening to Count Mild’s testimony.”

Philip signaled Count Mild to continue with his eyes.

“Yes, then…”

The whole story of the Prince’s assault came out of Count Mild. It’s the story that Alexander cut back and forth.

“Your Highness, are you saying you carelessly grabbed my wife’s wrist?”

At Philip’s protest, Alexander brazenly raised his chin.

“It was a mistake. But even so, you shouldn’t hit a neighboring country’s prince, should y… ack!”

In factchecking, Philip’s energy surged violently.

“Gasp! Master!”

“Ga, gasp! Ma, Master!”

The moment Alexander’s speech was cut off by his choked breath, Count Mild and Domingo were astonished.

There was no time to stop him, and Philip’s fists struck Alexander’s face and abdomen in succession.

Had Philip himself been hit by Alexander, he would have endured it.

Alexander had roughly grabbed and twisted Ellen’s wrist.

To cling to a past lover.

A time when they were very young and it was ambiguous whether they were really lovers.

Philip understood that. With his head, that is.

Nevertheless, jealousy and heat surged in his heart. He couldn’t stand the sight of Alexander.

And the image of Ellen swaying under his power, pushed back by his anger, was utterly unbearable.

He hit him twice because once was not enough.

His body moved before his head.

Thunk, Alexander weakly fell to his knees. His head gently fell onto the carpet.

“…….”

No one moved. Even the sound of breathing could not be heard. It seemed as if time had stopped.

“….. Your, Your Highness?”

Domingo was the first to cautiously break the silence that filled the reception room.

“……”

But Alexander, fallen at Philip’s feet, did not rise.

“Your Highness? Are you all right? Your Highness?”

Domingo carefully examined Alexander’s condition and covered his mouth with one hand.

“Ma, Master. The, The Prince has lost consciousness.”

Domingo’s voice trembled.

‘…!’

Only then did Philip’s rationality return. He quickly bent down and examined Alexander’s condition.

“Your Highness? Please come to your senses.”

Philip lowered his voice as if someone were listening and shook Alexander’s shoulder.

“…….”

But Alexander did not respond. He was only breathing faintly with a pale face.

Seeing this, Philip recalled four characters that summarized the essence of this situation.

‘I caused an accident.’

And it was a major accident, of a different dimension from Ellen’s assault.
Certainly, here’s the translation:

Alexander was hit defenselessly, and he might have died if his luck was bad. Even if he was lucky enough to wake up, serious confusion would arise.

“My Lord, shall we call the doctor discreetly?”

Mildly surprised, Domingo questioned his suggestion.

“Is it okay if the current situation leaks out rashly?”

A pale Domingo, along with Philip, examined Alexander’s condition, lowering his voice as if someone might overhear.

“My Lord, what should we do?”

“…….”

Philip could not answer Domingo’s repeated question right away. Philip was equally troubled.

This was a matter that could still remain even after an official protest.

The King would either abandon or protect the Morris family after weighing various pros and cons.

Even if a satisfactory agreement was reached by good luck, it was obvious that Philip would lose the King’s trust.

“The family is in danger!”

Cold sweat broke out all over Philip’s forehead.

(This is a time separator.)

There was no paradise like taking care of business refreshingly.