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BOOM—!!!
"What the hell are you doing?!?"
Ignoring Viscount Harun's outcry, Martte slammed open the door to Kromen’s room, nearly tearing it off its hinges.
The commotion in the hallway subsided for a moment.
Inside the room, Olivurn, who was having tea with Kromen on the sofa, looked at Martte with a puzzled expression.
"What brings you here, Martte? I don't recall summoning you. Has something happened?"
Olivurn's calm demeanor left Martte speechless. He merely stared at the two with a dumbfounded expression.
"How dare you...! You insolent…!" Viscount Harun growled, pressing down on Martte’s shoulder from behind.
Thud...!
Unable to withstand Harun's strength, Martte fell to the floor. Even so, he couldn't take his eyes off Kromen.
What have I done…?
A wave of regret washed over him. For a brief moment, he felt terrible for the uproar he had caused and for having suspected Olivurn. But at the same time, he was relieved that Kromen was alive.
"Enough. Harun, help Martte up. What is this commotion among allies?"
"But..."
"Ugh...!!"
Harun, looking displeased, glared at Martte and tightened his grip on his shoulder.
"Normally, intruding on the royal quarters recklessly would result...
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