Not a single sound came from anyone. As if time had stopped, no one moved a muscle, they just stayed where they were.
Including me.
But it wasn't because I was calm, because I kept my cool.
Rather... I was frowning, confused.
Why did he look at me, specifically?
If he had accepted that he was caught, that he was going to die... why did he need to look at me when he asked that question?
Was it something random?
It didn't look like it, to be honest.
"Hah..."
I paused with the voice echoing in my ears.
"Ahahahah...!"
And the laughter that followed.
I pushed my thoughts aside and looked at the man in the center of the room who couldn't stop laughing with his lips curled upward.
He was laughing like he had lost his mind.
"D- dad?"
His daughter, Phloria, took a step toward him with a worried expression.
But King Faelan ignored her and continued to laugh.
