--Silence--
After Kamara and her crew took their places above the high platform at the front... The trumpets stopped playing, and the hall became deadly silent.
Everyone opened their eyes widely and continuously stared at the trio's attire deeply.
Who died?
Was it their king?
No!... It couldn't be!
It was probably one of his wives.
Yes!... It had to be so.
Everyone's mind was quick to come up with their own theories for the attire.
But even though they made guesses, almost all of them prayed that their king was still alright.
Or else Terique would be doomed!!!!!
And just when everyone was still lost in thought, Kamara hastily gave out a long sheet of paper to her as son Lecter.
"Mother... Do I really have to read it?
It's just too boring and long.
So why don't you read it?" Lecter said pitifully while pouting his big puffy pimpled cheeks.
