Percival led Johann and his entourage to the grand hall of his mansion.
Sarika walked between her captors. Her hand is still being restrained.
Their presence did not go unnoticed.
Percival's knights and servants, many of whom had known Sarika since she was a child, stared with shock and anger at the sight of their lady in chains.
Some of the knights clenched their fists as they had the urge to attack the traitors.
However, the butler was sensible enough to intervene quickly. His stern gaze reminded them of the delicate situation the duke was currently in.
Under the butler's order, the servants cleared the hall to give the duke and the 'guests' some privacy.
Duke Percival first took his seat at the table in the hall. He gestured for Johann and his men to sit opposite him while Sarika was placed at the head of the table, flanked by guards.
"Speak. What's your demand?"
