William was clearly an honourable prince, a victim of 20 long years of oppression and
conspiracy, and now along with the lives of over 80 people in the castle.
He had been bullied so badly, yet he couldn't get justice for himself and had to use
Daemon's position to barely get a chance to investigate.
Moreover, the person who was doing justice was also his closest relative.
Derila felt a chill for William.
This kind of situation would be understandable for anyone else, right?
After all, William wasn't doing it for himself alone, he was carrying over eighty lives on
his shoulders, if it were her.
If Derila were in her place, she would have been frank with her friend about the
situation and asked for his help, and would never have cheated or taken advantage of
him.
This was the essential difference between them.
Only, after all, she was not him and had not experienced so many trials and tribulations.
Without the suffering of others, one should not advise others to be kind.
So, she was still able to understand William.
However, she was curious, had the old king really thought things through?
Would the old king really investigate the matter thoroughly?
Or was the old king just acting?
Also, William had just returned with a preoccupied adopted son, and had asked
Derila to meet him in the study, would he be honest with her and take the initiative
to give a clear account of the situation?
With a hint of doubt, Derila changed her clothes and went to the study.
William had already changed into a clean housecoat, washed his hair and was sitting
quietly on the sofa, but he seemed cold, with a blanket on his legs and a coffee cup in
his hand.
One pair of eyes was downcast and preoccupied.
It was a look that looked lonely and forlorn.
"William." Derila called out softly.
William did not seem to hear it and was still dazed.
Instead, the maid beside him gently reminded, "Your Highness, Ms.Feroma is here."
William came back to his senses this time and looked up at Derila: "Derila,
you're here!"
"Hmm." Derila sat down on the sofa opposite him, looking at his preoccupied look,
she couldn't help but ask, "The King isn't going to investigate this matter thoroughly?"
"Not." William raised the corners of his lips in a wry smile.
"Then yes?" Derila didn't understand what he meant.
William thought for a long time before speaking slowly, "You haven't dined yet, have
you? We'll dine first."
With that, William made a gesture.
The maid brought up the long-prepared dinner and set it on the table.
"All stand down." William commanded.
"Yes." The maids all withdrew.
A few of the personal attendants were still standing by the door when William made a
gesture and they too bowed their heads and retreated.
"What the h-e-l-l is going on?" Derila was a hothead.
William didn't seem to know how to speak and just dined with his head down.
A little anxious, Derila asked directly, "The king is not going to pursue it? Or is he
not only not going to pursue it, but also to chastise you and Clark for deceiving him? Or
perhaps…"
"He has said that he will pursue it." William interrupted her and said softly, "It just takes
time and process."
"How much time?" Derila pressed.
"Didn't say." William shook his head.
"Looks like he's trying to drag it out on purpose." Derila was righteously indignant,
"Dragging it out until it's finally over."
William didn't say anything and was silently drinking his soup.
"Why don't you say something?" Derila was anxious, "What is going on?"
William put down his cutlery, wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked up at Derila
for a long time before speaking slowly, "Derila, I want to ask you a few questions
first."
"What?" Derila was a bit confused. She was clearly talking about him, why did he
suddenly turn around and ask her questions?
"You answer me first, so I know what to do." William took a deep breath and asked
solemnly, "Do you like Daemon?"
This was the first time he called Daemon by his full name; normally, he called him
Mr.Lierger.
Such a title seemed distant and unfamiliar, and at the same time carried a distance.
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