Guilt

Hector and Horat did not expect bad luck to come to them.

Rumors that Princess Remina was suffering from a rare disease that made her whole body cold had spread. Hector and Horat had heard the rumors.

"How is it, Horat?" Hector couldn't hide his anxiety. "Is news of Princess Remina's illness related to the slab we planted in front of Alex's pavilion path?"

Horat didn't stop biting his thumb. I don't know why it doesn't feel right now.

"Should we visit?" asked Horat, making a suggestion.

Hector looked thoughtful for a few moments. Just like Horat, his heart felt doubtful.

"Actually I want to visit, but how... how can we show ourselves in front of the royalty?" he asked.

Hearing Hector's question made Horat feel as if he had been slapped with something. What Hector said was right, if the two of them showed themselves in front of royalty, what if they were found out?

But Hector and Horat were now in one of the corr