— Well, you scoundrels," Moecchi began without greetings and immediately got down to business, "have you had enough fun?! And it's okay, Rod, he's always been a bit scatterbrained, but what were you thinking, Kalich?
— Father, I asked you not to call me that...
— Be quiet! After what happened, I might even take away the last two letters of your name! Do you even realize that someone almost killed dear Levisia at the competition? Like a pig! Your own daughter! Aren't you ashamed?!
— ...
— You went and ruined such a wonderful holiday for mother!
— With all due respect, Father, I do not recognize this... this woman as a member of our family, let alone my "mother."
The king throws a fork at his son, and it hits him in the forehead, scraping off some skin.
— Well, then I won't recognize you as my son, and what then? I'll go right now and disown you, you idiot! What do you say? Want to?
— No, I don't want to...
— Well, alright, my dear," the king places his hand on Futaba's, "you wanted to say something to these scumbags..."