"Bang!"
With the corpse of Count Morrison tumbling to the ground, the assembly seemed to finally come to their senses.
Startled shouts filled the room.
There's been a murder!
Moreover, a Count was murdered!
Knight Cain, his face covered in blood, remained composed.
As if the person he had just killed was just a chicken.
Ignoring the surprise all around, Knight Cain leisurely sheathed his sword and returned to his seat.
Colin looked at Cain, feeling like he was dealing with a completely different person.
The coward who had hidden in Fallen Eagle City, not daring to enter the battlefield, was now a brutal thug who killed without blinking.
However, Colin was not surprised.
Cowardice and brutality seemed to be opposite traits, yet they were indeed twins.
The weak, once pushed to the brink, could often explode into shocking brutality.
Moreover, Colin had already realized.
Knight Cain had already been left with no retreat.
