"Streit!"
The Crown Prince grabbed my hand. Without realizing it, I had clenched my fists so hard that blood was seeping out. He tore a strip of cloth himself and wrapped my hand. He hadn't forgotten what he'd learned during the war.
"...Thank you, Your Highness."
"I thought you were made of iron. It's nice to see you're human after all."
I'd rather be made of iron at a time like this. The Crown Prince sighed and said with a bitter smile that it turned out I was the one who needed calming down. I managed to compose myself before the Count of Baschurten was brought in.
"You summoned me, Your Highness?"
"...I want to entrust an important mission to you, Count."
"To me?"
The Count of Baschurten clearly found this unexpected, his face clouding with suspicion. He must have assumed the Crown Prince held him in contempt. And he was right about that. I wanted to kill him.
"I want to apologize for the rudeness shown to you during the meeting."
