Jive As a daily newspaper published nationwide, it had a great influence domestically.

�A tracking article appeared.�It seems that information about last night�s banquet has been leaked.�

�what?�

Geese, who had changed into a new suit, snatched the newspaper from buttoning up.

Under the title, �Accusing corruption in the temple,� I saw the signature of a reporter named Maykele.

�Is this guy again?�

�He is a brilliant graduate of the Royal Political School.�I have been writing articles critical of the royal family for a long time.�

�It�s been bothering me for so long.�Arachne guys, have you been so lax?�This is why you shouldn�t play with cheap ones.�

�What should I do?�

�Try coaxing with money, and if that doesn�t work, coax with bigger money.�What is that, didn�t you say your son was sick?�

�I am hospitalized with a congenital heart defect.�He said he had been receiving treatment at the hospital for two years already.�

�How is it?�

�I hear you are improving quite a bit.��Geese, who was fastening the last button, stopped her big hand and turned her head.

�Hey, aide.�

�Yes, Your Highness.�

�Do you have children too?�

Of course, when I asked what he knew, the assistant officer answered with a puzzled expression.

�yes.�Her first daughter is going to school soon.�She is the second. She is four years old this year.�

�What if, how would you feel if your son had such a disease?�

�You must feel bad.�Maybe it feels like your heart is being ripped out?�

Geese�s eyes tightened, and he turned his arm with all his might and slapped his cheek.

The aide fell on his side, and Geese�s foot landed on his stomach.

�A guy who knows that handles things like this�?�

�sorry!�

�When a child is sick, parents� hearts are torn or not?�will it tear?�Then what should you do?�

Geese�s feet flew into the side of the crouching aide.

�You don�t have to mess with the kid any more!�Kill half of it!�Whether you bribe the doctor or strangle him, don�t you think you�ll have to catch your breath!�

Geese hit the aide with the nameplate on the desk where Harvitz was sitting.

�Is your head full of poop?�Your head isn�t spinning like that?�Go right now and overturn everything!�

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