Back into the imperial palace, Konrad now made his way to a secluded chamber where a certain "prisoner" remained captive.
Within that chamber, the Dowager, Amalia sat on top of an oval bed, her dazed eyes showing no emotions. Even Konrad's appearance didn't trigger much reaction from her. She merely shifted her blank gaze toward him and bowed in greetings.
Just like a docile puppet. With a smirk, Konrad waved his hand, releasing a wave of jade light that freed Amalia of his control. Instantaneously, confusion spread within her eyes, and upon recalling the events following her arrival in the Voight domain, indignation, stupor, and anguish replaced the previous confusion.
"It was you, you that turned me against my kin, and caused me to betray my house and brother."
Amalia realized, but despite the distressing situation, her tone remained calm, and her eyes peered into Konrad's golden hues.
"Indeed, it was I."
