They had no answer but Lan continued.
The air made tense from the sharp debates that had been slicing the court apart like razors.
Voices rose and fell in a clamor of noble tongues, accusations thrown like stones in a river trying to shape its course. But whenever he spoke again, the court shifted—like an animal catching scent of something unnatural.
Lan continued without hesitation.
He exposed secrets as if peeling away paper—quietly, cleanly, and without emotion.
His words slashed through titles and histories with merciless precision. He named House Erendor's covert dealings with foreign merchant guilds—deals made in quiet to smuggle arms during peacetime.
He mentioned Lord Verrin's secret second wife hidden in the Eastern Isles—a woman with ties to Xavier's court that no one dared speak of.
He called out the falsified temple donations of High Priest Norell, who had boldly proclaimed spiritual loyalty to Maximus just moments ago.
