"For the sake of the Emperor, calm down! None of you will escape like this!"
"Let go of me! Don't think I don't know what you're up to, trying to calm us down and sneak out yourself, right?"
Panic spread rapidly like a plague.
The speculators who had been hesitating and observing could no longer sit still.
They all stood up, the sound of chairs colliding with table legs echoed continuously.
People shoved each other, creating chaos, rushing towards the door as if a moment's delay would turn their life's fortune into nothing.
A wave of sell-offs triggered by panic thus began in a corner unnoticed... just like when this frenzied speculation first started.
However, contrary to the boiling panic inside the "Golden Griffin" café, the study in the Duke of Castellion Mansion was tranquil, as if no waves could shake this majestic castle.
Reclining on a velvet armchair, Andre leisurely sipped the rich red wine in his glass, his gaze resting on the newspaper spread out on the table.
