The conference hall was deathly silent.
The heavy double doors slowly closed, shutting out the screams and dragging sounds.
The nobles whose names had been called and whose guilt was certain had already been escorted away one by one.
The remaining two-thirds seemed to have an invisible hand clutching their throats, even breathing was done with caution.
They sat stiffly, even changing posture seemed abrupt.
No one whispered, and no one dared to look directly at the young, cold figure above them.
Yorn and Willis appeared as usual, the only two who remained composed.
Yet even so, not once had they smiled.
What Louis had demonstrated was not just power, but an indisputable authority.
Time seemed to have vanished from the venue.
A slight sound of chair legs scraping suddenly pierced the silence.
Almost simultaneously, everyone looked up, feeling a tightening in their hearts.
He stood up.
