With the demonstration of Earl Malmond earlier, panic spread across the noble ranks like a disease. None of them wanted to be the next victim of that fire.
Some stumbled backward. Some clutched their robes, looking pale as paper.
It needs to be stressed that none of the people here were innocent. They had all performed some level of corruption or benefitted through it.
Be that as it may, the ones to show the most profound emotions of fear were the ones who had been accused of collaborating with demons earlier. They even started pointing trembling fingers at Reinhardt as if he were the monster in the room.
"This is blatant abuse of power."
"This is tyranny. You have no right to force this upon us!"
"Wrong!" Reinhardt cut in coldly. "I am not abusing my powers. You demanded proof; this is proof." He lifted the torch towards them.
Seeing them reel back in fear, a playful glint appeared in his eyes.
