C98 Softening of Heart

I sighed lightly, feeling that he was like an awkward child. I lowered my head and said half-heartedly, "Your Majesty, this servant was wrong."

"What's wrong?" he asked coldly.

You should ask the people who committed the crimes, what was wrong with that.

I thought about it and said, feigning helplessness, "It was the rain that was wrong."

When he heard this