The nobles stammered, unable to form words under the weight of his accusation.
Garius turned his head slightly, his voice calm but commanding.
"Alf. Seize this gemstone."
"Yes, my lord." Alf bowed and carefully pocketed the gem.
Garius's gaze didn't move from the nobles; his voice was quiet, lethal.
"It is your fault bringing these gemstones and riling the Pekko into frenzy. Do not dare turn this chaos upon us."
The nobles froze, paling further as his words pressed down like a blade at their throats.
Then, without raising his voice, Garius shifted his eyes toward the woman standing nearby.
"Erinnette."
The head maid stepped forward with her usual grace, bowing smoothly.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Calm those two Pekko. Command them to follow us."
Erinnette's lips curved faintly, her composure unshaken even amid the wreckage.
"As you command, my lord."
"Buddy. Pikko. Come." Her words were simple, the kind that carried weight not by volume but by certainty.
