Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 680: Sir Ferguson And Mrs. Churchill

"Who?"

"Mr. Ferguson Altez and Mrs. Churchill."

"You said three people earlier? Then, who is the other one?" Ronan asked while frowning slightly.

"The other man didn’t state his name and Mr. Ferguson didn’t introduce him either."

Ronan nodded. "Alright then, you can let them in. Tell them to wait in the meeting room and call William and Aimee to come with me."

The man raised his hand in salute. "Yes, Your Majesty. I’ll do it right away!" he exclaimed firmly.

Arielle looked out the window and saw that it was so dark outside. Only a few rays of golden lights from the lamps illuminated the surrounding area.

"Can I join in?" She asked hopefully.

"Of course. I know you’re worried about Irene more than anyone, so you have the right to join in, My wife," said Ronan, who then invited his wife to wait in his office. He didn’t want to be someone who waited for their guests.

After resting for a few minutes in his office, there was a knock on his door and a guard arrived, saying that his guests as well as Aimee and William were already waiting in the meeting room.

Ronan stood up, smoothing his suit as well as his coat. He stretched out his hand to walk while holding his wife’s hand towards the meeting room.

Just as Ronan and Arielle arrived, five people there stood to welcome the arrival of the king and the queen. The room felt chilly. With Ronan wearing a black mask, it made the atmosphere in the room even more intimidating.

Ronan invited his wife to sit down first, then he sat down in his big chair.

"So, on what occasion do you, Mr. Ferguson and Mrs. Churchill, visit the palace late at night like this? I’m sure the palace is not a bar that anyone can go in and out as they please during this hour. Besides, I’m also not a bartender where anyone can ask to meet as they please," said Ronan in a sharp tone as the Domineering aura exuded from him.

Mrs. Churchill, who was dressed in all black, lowered her head in shame and apologized.

"I’m sorry for our impudence, Your Majesty. We do not mean to disturb your time to have a rest. We are here to apologize directly."

"Apologize? This is our first meeting again after dozens of years of not meeting, Mrs. Churchill. I don’t recall that you ever made a mistake."

Mrs. Churchill stiffened in place. The woman tried to calm herself. She took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly.

"I’m sorry for my impudent behavior today. When Princess Irene visited to conduct an interview with us as well as the teachers and the academy directors, we had made a fatal mistake that put Princess Irene at a great disadvantage."

"You have made a fatal mistake towards Princess Irene and apologized to me? Aren’t you in the wrong place? That means you have to apologize to Princess Irene herself, right?" Ronan asked his former teacher.

"No, Your Majesty. We must apologize to you in advance. I have always watched over my son, but it’s my negligence to let the academy fall into the wrong hands. My son has committed a fatal offense against you, Her Majesty the queen, as well as Princess Irene," said Ferguson with a trembling voice.

The man looked down. He then took something out from under his coat. It was Irene’s test paper, which was already in an orderly manner and dyed with blood. Ferguson pushed the paper forward so William or Aimee could receive it.

However, William paid no heed to the conversation happening before him. His eyes were now staring intently as if he was hammering the battered man in front of him. He occasionally smiled at seeing Romario grimacing in pain.

"I have checked Princess Irene’s answers and all the answers were answered perfectly. As a teacher and former academic, I feel it is unfair to only judge on the writings. Princess Irene already has a honed way of thinking. This is rarely done by children her age. Therefore, Mrs. Churchill and I have revised the score given by the examination committee and stated that Princess Irene’s score is very decent and capable of entering into Edelweiss Academy."

"So that’s how it is?" Ronan answered indifferently.

Mr. Ferguson knew that the king was not the least bit impressed by his apology. He let out a nervous breath.

"Your Majesty, this is my fault. I failed to raise my son! I am so ashamed of what has happened!" Mr. Ferguson bowed down so deeply that even his forehead touched the table.

Arielle put her hand on her lips. She couldn’t see a father trying to protect his son to the point of bowing down like that. Her heart was touched a little. If Ronan hadn’t held her other hand behind the table, she might have opened her mouth and said that Mr. Ferguson didn’t need to apologize.

William gave Irene’s test paper to Ronan, and Ronan checked it. He glanced at William who didn’t look at him at all. The man was busy glaring at his uncle who sat down in embarrassment in his seat.

"Who is the committee that checks the answers of my sister?" Ronan deliberately emphasized the words ’my sister’ because he wanted to make Romario aware of what he had done.

The man had to realize who he was dealing with right now.

Romario had been quiet ever since, not moving or making the slightest sound either. Mr. Ferguson had to nudge his son to make the grown man open his mouth to apologize.

"E-excuse me, Your Majesty... this year’s examiner committee a-are my chosen people. And-and I-I DESERVE TO DIE! YOUR MAJESTY!" shouted Romario who then kneeled on the floor.

Ronan returned Irene’s test paper to William and told the man to keep it. There was too much blood that he didn’t want to keep it. It made him disgusting.

"You deserve to die indeed," Ronan replied casually, making Arielle, Romario, and Sir Fergusson gasp.