Sakuramoria

Futaba remained silent for a while, studying the face of the bald beggar. Just now, he calmly admitted, spreading his hands and scratching his ear, to slander and organizing an assassination attempt on the queen, staging a terrorist attack, taking a group of underage schoolchildren hostage, and, to top it off, beheading the kingdom. In any normal country, his skin would have been peeled off and thrown to hungry dogs long ago, even if he were not a bastard, but a direct heir to the throne, but apparently, in the Starlight family, such things were commonplace, or perhaps the old man was so mentally retired that even such events no longer bothered him.
- I see that you are a man of action, - the queen said, refraining from loud accusations and judgmental statements. - Did it ever occur to you that maybe this is too much? Just assigned and executed without any doubts? Assigned by whom?