As the tension in the room grew to the point of being palpable, I felt tired and raised my hand, rubbing my eyes. When I moved, the prime minister's guards that were hiding and keeping an eye on me took action.

"Stop!"

When I shouted, the prime minister's secret guards fell from the ceiling unconscious. At the same time, Bors and Lionel stopped moving, nearly about to stab their swords into the prime minister's throat. Before I knew it, Gwalchavad and Percival had readied their shield and spear, respectively, as they arrived at my side. I tapped on their shoulders.

"Withdraw." The five knights guarding me opened my pocket space and withdrew, including Tristan, the one responsible for overpowering the guards in the ceiling at my command.

"Teleportation? No, a pocket space? But a pocket space isn’t an area that living beings can endure,” William asked interestingly, as befitting a magician.

As expected of Arpen's son, he doesn't care about his surroundings and is asking these kinds of questions.

"I'll explain that later if I have a chance, and I'm sorry about that. They're very loyal."

Fortunately, the prime minister's guards seemed to have just passed out. Tristan usually acts like a wild child, but it was a relief that he knew how to control himself...