“What do you think you’re doing?!”

After the Crown Prince had left the waiting room, Shartia looked at me with trembling eyes. Her voice accusing, she demanded to know what I had done. I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head.

“It’s fine.”

“What do you think I’m doing? Just climbing the ladder.”

“What?”

“Hm?”

Shartia stared at me as if I’d lost my mind, questioning what I meant by “climbing the ladder” and how I could act so calm after doing something so serious.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“...Of course, you did!”

“Is that so? I …