"No one is claiming certainty," he says, voice deep, steady, immovable. "General Jared reported the possibility, not confirmation. A beast with abnormal strength."
Alden nods to Virtil in silent approval.
Charles continues, his tone unflinching.
A Duke at the far table stands.
"But… why only Nam City? Why that region? What changed?"
All eyes shift again to Stegran.
Not accusing.
Not brave enough for that.
But they stare.
And Stegran sees it.
He laughs again—louder this time, though beneath it is the faintest edge.
"So I see," he says, fingers brushing the arm of his throne. "You believe I allowed the monsters to grow? That I am sheltering them?" He leans back.
A wave of terror ripples through the hall at his casual words.
The hall holds its breath.
Many nobles expect it now.
An accusation.
A command.
A direct clash between crown and Marshal.
