The reaction only made the 24 dissenting councilors squirm harder in their seats, their faces burning with humiliation—not just from their failed stance in the vote, but now from being openly pitied or mocked.
Finally, the Grand Admirals, snapping out of their combat-fueled trance, noticed the shift in atmosphere.
Realizing the scene they'd caused, they all let out a synchronized cough, trying—and failing—to casually cover up the raw excitement they'd displayed.
It was a bit embarrassing, yes. But what could they say?
It was just that exciting.
"As for the remaining matters," said the Goddess of Judgment, her tone returning to calm authority, "they are fully detailed in the written proposal. That data has already been distributed to each of you. You'll have time to review and come to terms with the clauses in full."
