A frightening silence stretched for seconds. No one dared to utter a word. Although they were curious they didn't dare to even whisper. As the Lord's slightly intimidating tone sank in their chests, they felt a bit suffocated. The people hid their anticipation as they gazed at their powerful Guild Lord. His deep golden eyes staring down at them as if to melt their insides. They could not help but shudder. Moulin only blankly stared. Ignoring the tense expressions of the people around him, his attention was solely focused on the man he had forced himself to call 'master'.
All waited silently for the next words to be spoken.
Hadrian's expression turned grim as his eyes glanced at the scroll in front of him.
"You must be startled." Lord Hercullio gave a sneer. "Good."
Moulin furrows his eyebrows. It was the first time he had genuinely saw the Lord's anger openly. He could clearly see it.
Hadrian continued. He plainly revealed the pitilessness in his voice as he started.
