Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183

“Truly wise, Your Majesty.”

When the prime minister, Roberts Floyd, bowed his head with these words, all the ministers in attendance at the state council similarly bowed their heads to express their respect.

A familiar sight.

It would have been perfect if it had ended there.

But the same phrase was always added.

“Then I shall discuss this matter with Count Logan and bring it back to the agenda in the next meeting.”

Twinge.

King Rogers felt that today, of all days, this was particularly grating on his nerves.

Usually, he would have laughed it off, but today he found himself raising his eyebrows unintentionally in annoyance.

Trying to calm his mind, he closed his eyes.

“Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?”

Being poked at by an idiot who couldn’t even detect the mood of the monarch was irritating indeed.

Or maybe, he knows exactly what he’s doing?

…No, that wouldn’t be the case.

‘It couldn’t be that serious.’

The King let out a sigh as he opened his eyes again.

“No, no. I’m just a bit tired, Prime Minister. We shall end today’s meeting here.”

“…Understood, Your Majesty.”

As the Prime Minister bowed and retreated.

Unnecessary voices carried on the conversation.

“We must find a queen for Your Majesty soon.”

“That’s right. It must be lonely during the long nights; no wonder you feel tired.”

“Hahaha. Indeed, we must.”

The ministers could joke like this if they were close to the monarch.

But were we ever close?

…Since when?

Crunch.

Bang!

As Rogers slammed his fist on the desk, overwhelmed by rising emotions, the hall fell silent. However, faced with the startled gazes of his ministers, he immediately regretted his actions.

‘Damnit…’

What a foolish act.

A ruler should not show such emotional outbursts, especially for such trivial reasons.

“Hmm. I will mention the marriage when the time is right. The affairs of state need not be rushed, especially since the heir is still young.”

He managed to speak calmly.

Then someone unexpected spoke out of turn.

“Earl Palmer’s words are not entirely wrong, Your Majesty.”

Roberts Floyd.

What scheming is this now?

The King struggled to keep his thoughts from turning negative and tried to maintain a benign expression.

“What do you mean?”

“Should Your Majesty not marry and produce an heir as soon as possible for the stability of the country’s future?”

It was not incorrect.

But why did such words, said with a smile, sound so irritating?

Before he knew it, another sarcastic remark slipped out.

“Are you suggesting I’ll die before that happens?”

“Your Majesty, I did not mean…”

The Prime Minister, no, that father-in-law of Logan Maclaine, looked flustered, which gave the king a low sense of satisfaction.

Yet, he found himself contemptible for it.

Perhaps that’s why the thoughts he had tried to hide slipped out.

“Even if I die, it wouldn’t matter, would it? After all, the person who will be king is already decided.”

He was referring to the man who had turned a prince with nothing to his name into a king.

“Your Majesty, how can you speak such words…!”

As they all looked surprised, pretending to be his loyal subjects.

‘Pathetic. I am…’

Feeling that if he stayed seated, he would continue to make a spectacle of himself, the King stood up.

Thump.

As he left through the grand hall’s doors, a familiar face welcomed him.

“Your Majesty, I shall accompany you.”