Nectu sighed. “Why...” he scoffed.
Nectu continued to type and his study room door opened. “You haven’t sleep?” She approached Nectu’s desk with a bag of gold coins. He looked at her, furrowed his brow. “What...”
“I’m not trying to bribe you, monster, but you have more trouble after you executed the mayor.” Nectu scoffed and sighed. “I’m not justified your action was a right choice, but executed him before trials, it’s ridiculous!”
He scoffed. “It’s justice, Zalika. It’s a firm reminder for the noble, that they’re not untouchable. What if...”
Zalika stomped her feet as she walked out through the door. Nectu sighed and looked at the coin bag on his desk. He inspects it, then sniffs the bag. He sighed, then opened.
He found a note. “A rebel...” His voice was low. Zalika returned, and she put many coin bags on his desk. “Who...”
“His father.” Zalika sits on the chair and sighed. “They thought I hated you.”