His Highness’ Secret Accountant

Chapter 290

"Rania! Rania leaves. Please!! Please lower your sword!"

The howl of the terrified white-haired old man echoed through the interior.

A constant stream of hot tears flowed down the two cheeks of the court physician, but he didn't feel any sympathy.

Just to live. They were only crocodile tears, to save his life.

"What should I do?"

Mason asked in a stiff voice.

"Lock him up."

"Your Highness! Your Highness! You can't do this. I am the only one who can attend to His Majesty! I told you the truth, as you wanted!!"

""

Theon's gray eyes, which were headed towards the window, slowly turned to the old man.

Feeling Theon's cold eyes, the old man, who was raising his voice and making a ruckus, closed his mouth tightly.

"Oh no, I'm sorry but It's already too late."

"That's not what you promised! Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Click.

While the two of them were concentrating on the old man, the doorknob that was closed turned with a heavy metal sound.

At the same time, armed knights rushed inside.

"I'll take care of this one."

Kyle could be seen among the knights who appeared in a line.

Mason, as well as Theon, were taken aback by the appearance of an unexpected person.

"I'm not doing this because I like you. I'm just fulfilling my responsibilities as the Commander of the Royal Knights."

After he finished speaking, Kyle stepped towards the court physician.

Theon whispered in a low voice to Mason, who, at some point, had gone to stand next to him.

"Is this also the work of the loyal secretary Mason?"

"I did convey it to him just in case But I didn't expect him to really come. Still, it seems blood is thicker than water."

""

Theon narrowed his eyes and glanced at Mason.

Mason's lips twitched as he felt his gaze, and then he continued.

"W-what should we do now?"

"Holt Daniel. We have to catch him."

In a gentlemanly manner.

A cold voice came out of Theon's grinning mouth.

For an instant, his eyes turned cold.

***

"His Highness the Crown Prince is looking for the Duke?"

"Yes. There is something he needs to discuss urgently, so you must bring him."

The white moonlight shone brightly over Mason's shoulder, who was wearing armor.

The time was already heading towards midnight.

What was so urgent that he was asking him to come to the palace at this late hour?

Glancing through the open door, it didn't seem like the military force had been mobilized.

He didn't know if he should say it was a relief

Nevertheless, he felt a cold energy, somehow. Milton's face filled with anxiety as he looked at Mason.

"I will make sure he comes tomorrow at dawn. The Duke has already gone to bed."

"I don't think you heard what I said a while ago."

""

"It is His Highness the Crown Prince's command. I'm not here to ask for the Duke's understanding."

After he finished speaking, Mason's expression turned cold.

A suffocating tension wrapped tightly around the two of them.

Mason's fierce glare had a vigor that he was about to destroy the mansion right away.

Watching the situation from behind, Mattel swallowed dry, feeling the threatening mood.

Soon, he recognized the seriousness of the situation and hurried to the stairs, but it was a little late.

Trudge, trudge.

He could figure out the owner of the regular footsteps that rang in his ears without even checking who it was.

A heavy sigh came out of the old gentleman's mouth, and at the same time, Louis came down the stairs, wearing a comfortable outfit.

"Young Young Master."

"Mattel, what's going on? It's been noisy since a while ago."

"Secretary Louis!"

Seeing Louis, Mason waved his hand with a pleasant smile, unlike a moment ago.

At the same time, everyday greetings like, Long time no see.', How have you been?', flowed out of his mouth, like water pouring out of a reservoir.

"Ah Yes. Well By the way, what's the matter, at this late hour?"

"What could it be? A loyal servant like me suffers because His Highness the Crown Prince takes care of political affairs day and night."

Mason said in a displeased voice, twitching his lips.

Soon, the interior, which was filled with vigilance, calmed down a little.

"I didn't want to come here at this time either. I know it's impolite, but what should I do? I have no choice."

"Once His Highness starts something, he has to see it to the end."

"Exactly. I'm going to die because of that. The situation is even more frustrating because you're being so grumpy."

Mason alternately looked at Milton and Mattel, and then continued, making a troubled sound.

"You said Duke Daniel is sleeping If I go back like this, I might have to give up my life."

Louis' face filled with worry as he looked at Mason. Soon, his lips, which had been tightly closed, opened.

"I'll tell my father. He's not in bed yet, so it won't take long for him to get ready."

"He's not sleeping?"

Mason narrowed his eyes as he questioned what Louis said in a low voice.

Milton cleared his throat as if he felt a grudge towards him.

"Please wait here for a moment. Secretary Mason."

"There's no need for that."

After he finished speaking, a dark shadow was cast behind Louis' back.

Immediately, the majestic image of Duke Daniel filled the eyes of the gathered people.