Sasha looked around the room leisurely, meeting the eyes of each and every lord and lordess.
None of them turned away from her, none of them hid disappointment in their eyes.
The silence stretched out between them, thickening between them like an unknown force of tension.
The men and women in the room, who were slouched, slowly straightened their spines, goosebumps raising on their skin.
An unbelievable foreboding and ominous feeling pervaded the room.
Their firm belief that Sasha will not accept being a Countess slowly eroded from their minds, as their expressions became more and more wary.
Having a Countess Winter is not good for their own families.
Having come as far as the Barrier, they could not refrain from swearing their loyalty to Countess Winter. However, Sasha doesn't look like she is readying for war immediately. That leaves them and their people at Flayer's mercy.
