Present.
The hall fell silent.
Not just silent but dead silent.
A fart would sound like a thunder-type silence.
It was the soul-leaving-your-body type of silence that happens when someone says something so shocking.
However, it wasn't uncalled for because everyone heard something so absurd that even time seemed to have decided to take a break.
Siris, standing with guards flanking her, had just smiled and called Raven—
"Husband."
Her voice was low and soft, but everyone—the guards, the elders, Argon, Mariane, Joseph, and even the birds outside the estate—heard it loud and clear.
Even the damn floor tiles seemed to recoil in confusion.
And in the darkest corner of the hall, a certain ancient specter of chaos, Crisaius Von Vaise, collapsed to his knees.
"...You win this one, boy," he muttered, tears welling in his eyes. "You win this round…"
For the first time, Crisaius was so shocked by something that he didn't hide it and admitted his loss, though no one heard it.
