Leo Ray nodded to the benevolent old man in front of him, smiling as he spoke.
"Mr. Lane, you are too modest. I've only done what needed to be done. His Majesty King Ironarm has devoted his life to governance, subduing the Northern Territory abroad, extending kind policy and love for the civilians within, truly a wise monarch who deserves the favor of the gods."
Se Wen, his face full of respect, stroked his salt-and-pepper beard, then heaved a heavy sigh, "Unfortunately, my abilities are limited, and despite trying every method I could think of, and even consulting with His Holiness the Pope, I have failed to find the crux of His Majesty King Ironarm's illness, for which I am deeply ashamed."
As Se Wen's sorrowful and regretful old voice fell, Leo Ray could clearly feel Ariel Watson beside him trembling slightly, clearly reminded of her sick father lying in bed.