An hour later, the temple filled with tension as the elders of the Diligence family arrived. Some, who had come early, witnessed the soldiers carrying Mulligan's corpse, his severed head displayed coldly in their hands. Others, who arrived late, saw the maids scrubbing the blood from the temple's stone floor, the crimson stains served as a stark reminder of what had occurred.
Through it all, young Eunid—just a teenager—did not glance at his father's body. Not once. His eyes were fixed on the purple family flame that flickered in the distance, the sacred fire that symbolized the family's strength and legacy. Despite the charged atmosphere, a slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
As the last maid exited the room, Eunid turned to face the elders, his posture was one of confidence, like it all played as he wished.
