The great hall is silent!
Over seven hundred people bow their heads.
Covered in sweat.
Cold Nelson, radiating murderous intent, grips a sword in one hand. With every step he takes, the sound reverberates throughout the hall.
Like thunderclaps!
Seamus Somerset's face shows a hint of mockery.
He takes this drunken opportunity to remove the puppet!
The opportunity was given, but some people truly don't know how to cherish it.
"Master!"
Even if others remain silent, as the Senior Inspector, Dashiell Everhart must step forward to intervene!
The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is in ruins, now is not the time to tear off masks.
The former Master isn't dead, establishing a new Master is already a rebellious act. If the Military Department True King assassinates the monarch in full view, what prestige remains for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?
It's highly disadvantageous both inside and out!
