To others, such an appearance from the Queen of the Empire naturally suggested a mental collapse. It was understandable. After all, the man she loved had suddenly sided with her enemy, betraying her. Anyone would find that hard to endure.
However, these thoughts had barely formed when, in the next moment, a calm voice emerged from the black flames:
"Indeed. No matter how many times I witness it, their despicable scheming still nauseates me."
"The Eagle of May family… if I recall correctly, that's Gawain's maternal lineage, isn't it?"
"If that Gorilla saw his descendants dabbling in the vile business of slave trafficking, I imagine he'd be furious enough to claw his way out of his grave."
The serene words, emanating from within the black flames, weren't particularly loud. Yet, they caused those nobles—who, with fervent hearts, were attempting to join the Lord of Ashes' faction for greater benefits—to freeze, their gestures of allegiance halting abruptly.
