The tip of the pen with the feather of a white swan crumpled with a pleasant sound. Ink ran, leaving ugly stains on the bottom of the edict, set to be completed with the emperor's signature.
Eckart looked at the ink on the feather tip spreading wider and darker on the edict helplessly.
"It's a pity that innocent swans have come to get their feathers plucked again."
Someone who suddenly shouted like that stole the broken quill from Eckart's hand. This man's action was not only rude but also senseless.
But Eckart pushed aside the edict to the edge of the desk instead of rebuking him. Then he took out one of the stacks of papers and laid it out again, reaching out as if he wanted a new pen with a shameless expression.
"Your Excellency, do you know how many pens you have broken until now?" Jed asked, barely suppressing his frustration with his actions.