"You cannot kill. Beyond that, our potions are potent enough to heal anything else, so you are free to injure to any extent."
This blunt interaction immediately caught the attention of every audience member. Murmurs rippled through the stands.
"Did he not hear the rules earlier? The ones about non-fatal injuries?" one guest whispered, confusion evident in his voice.
"Well, I saw him sleeping for most of the banquet, what can we say?" another commented, rolling his eyes.
"He was practically passed out."
"Isn't he too lousy and also drinks a lot?" a third asked, judging Klaus's seemingly unprofessional demeanour.
"Where did William even find him?" a fourth added, their voices echoing the general confusion among the elite.
These discussions were not just among the general audience, similar sentiments, though expressed with more subtlety, were being exchanged among the paragons.
William, however, simply smiled, a knowing expression. He had full confidence in Klaus.
