Justinian was left looking at the ceiling with pure confusion and bewilderment. He finally had his first experience of political intrigue.
Yet instead of feeling excited or even adventurous, he just felt... completely out of it.
'...Not sure if that plan was genius, or just plain stupid.'
Justinian ran his hand through his hair, trying to reclaim his composure as he stopped himself from laughing through sheer stupidity.
"Are you... feeling okay, Duke Thirell?"
"To be honest, I don't really know the answer to that."
Justinian closed his eyes for a second, cursing the novel and its convoluted schemes and characters who thought elaborate plans like this one were the most efficient way to handle problems.
'Why am I surprised... the novel had plenty of stuff like this, guess experiencing it firsthand is just drastically different.'
"Feeling overwhelmed, it's fine to take a break if you can't keep up."
