"Minor concussion? Isn’t that just getting knocked out? How does it turn into a concussion?"

"Your Majesty, the minor concussion His Highness is experiencing is an old issue. However, Miss Mevis’s… slightly excessive force this time aggravated his previous arm injury."

"...Alright, you can leave now."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Once the attendants had exited, the room was left with only Rosvisser, Mevis, and the unconscious Leon, who was sprawled on the bed thanks to his so-called "minor concussion."

Mevis stood at the foot of the bed, her hands clasped behind her back, her head slightly lowered. The tip of her shoe tapped the floor in small, nervous movements, resembling a high school student called to the principal’s office for a mistake.

Rosvisser sat on a chair by the bedside, her arms crossed and legs elegantly poised. She glanced at the unconscious Leon with a mixture of exasperation and amusement before turning her attention to Mevis.