The hall became quiet after Eveline tried to confront Rasmus in front of everyone. Lenin and Novia were the only ones that weren't surprised by it because they knew that Rasmus and the people that followed him weren't in the same framework as them. Those people didn't use morality to work on their goals, they all chose effectivity and practicality to achieve them.
"If that shocked you, believing that it's not right, maybe I should make you understand," Rasmus said as he stood up and fixed his suit. "Lady Nior, what's that on your waist?" He pointed at the sword on Nior's hip.
"This is a sword, Count," Nior looked down and tightly gripped on the handle.
"What's a sword?" Rasmus asked again, leaning his hands against the table.
"It's a weapon, Count," Nior answered again, confused as to why Rasmus asked those questions.
"And a weapon is a what?" Rasmus raised his brows, staring at Nior with a straight and unreadable expression.
