"U-uhm… I just w-wanted to go on a walk with you, Father. That's all…! I-I wasn't trying to eavesdrop or anything…! I swear…!"
He fidgeted nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
Suddenly, the arm wrapped around his waist tightened.
"Hieek!"
A tiny squeak of fear escaped him.
His father was scary.
Rocco trembled in his grasp, but his father remained silent for several long seconds before muttering under his breath.
"…Enough. Everyone, leave."
And just like that, the discussion was over.
His father stood up—without a moment's hesitation—still holding Rocco in his arms.
Then, he strode out of the room, as if the meeting had never even happened.
Rocco blinked his eyes in confusion.
Huh?
Wasn't there still more to talk about…?
Looking back over his father's shoulder, he found the remaining adults in the room frozen in shock.
Then, chaos erupted.
"P-please wait, my lord!"