The council, ranging from regional ministers to ministers of governmental departments, left one by one after packing their documents.
The Royal Guard opened up the doors causing a slight puff of wind, like the sound inside and outside the room synced with one another; the light residue of enchantment or illusion magic faded away.
The reporters and scribes left in a hurry, some with a slow pace to exchange notes and catch up now that they were leaving. For the council however, there was still an 'after-party' of sorts.
They were directed to a large reception chamber down the hall, leaving the Royal Ministry alongside Jotou to be the last ones in the room, including three others that had walked up to the blonde shuffling out of the row of seats.
Archduke Filtrin made his way out without another word, surrounded by four Royal Guards who escorted him.
