Arthur entered the villa's living area, where Minister Vesta and several Imperial Magic Knights stood waiting for him. Their expressions were cold—almost disgusted.
Despite the unease creeping into his mind, Arthur forced a confident smile, masking his irritation as he approached the minister.
"Minister Vesta, may I ask why you've taken it upon yourself to invade my private space? And what business do the Imperial Magic Knights have here?" Arthur inquired with a polite smile, his tone seemingly friendly.
Minister Vesta's gaze was unwavering, his voice firm and laced with disdain. "Holy Son Arthur, we are here to escort you to the Imperial Palace. It does not matter whether you come willingly or not—you must comply."
Arthur's expression faltered for a brief moment before he forced a look of feigned shock.
"What?! Why? Have I done something wrong?" His voice carried an air of innocence, though his mind was racing. Something about this situation felt… wrong.
