“…. Carry out this affair as we've discussed.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” “Ah, I’m getting hungry. Let’s grab a bite and gather back after 30 minutes.” “…Yes, Your Majesty.” [The Historian (1) says.] Ting! Swoosh! [The love the king has for his subjects is the most wonderful thing in this world.] Ting! Swoosh! He considered it that a mere slave did not overwork. The king's virtuous heart is like a spring sun. (2) Ting! Swoosh! [But his retainers could not receive such a spring sun, so how could such a sad thing—] “Historian? Are you writing insults for me now?” “I’m not! Your Majesty!” “Then why are you taking so long?” “Because my hand is rather slow….” “Is that so? Should I send you back to the Administrative Training Center?” “I’ll do my best to write faster.” “I’m watching you.” “Forgive me, Your Majesty….”