Jabril sighed. The Baih family was always like this. Why should he be surprised now?
He decided to let it go.
He stopped trying to explain himself. No matter what he said, the others would still find him guilty. They believed he was the traitor, regardless of what he had or hadn't done.
Jabril closed his eyes, waiting for the final judgment.
Suddenly, they heard a majestic voice.
"What are you all doing here?" Viive arrived wearing a white cape.
"Emperor Baih."
"Emperor Baih!"
"Emperor Baih…"
People dropped to their knees, greeting her.
Jabril slowly opened his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating. He knelt when he saw that Viive was actually there.
"Emperor Baih!"
"Rise. What are you all doing here?" Viive's tone was neither too warm nor too unapproachable.
It wouldn't sound right if she leaned toward either direction.
"Emperor Baih, we're here to condemn this spy!"
