She said Lyca was her disciple and not Elder Bernard's. It was evident that she was trying to protect the divination hall from being thrown into chaos.
Most of the elders were aware of the king's temper. No one knew what could trigger him and they were always wary.
Of course, Lyca didn't see this. Otherwise, she would have been surprised to see the strict and formal teacher being so anxious.
Fenrir glanced at the teacher. He didn't say a word but he discreetly peeked at Lyca who was standing behind her for a moment and wanted to say that he wasn't angry and he couldn't even find it in himself to get angry.
He wasn't sure if it was because he had touched her and nothing happened to him or if there were other reasons for it. But, he was not feeling anything akin to anger.
At that moment, he was as confused and curious as he could be. But he could not voice out his opinions in front of the people and he seemed just as calm as usual.
Instead, he glanced at Master Heitor and said, "I'm in a good mood today. I'll let this pass."
Although, his reason seemed farfetched since he had killed off other women who did such despite the warning given.
Most of the guests were convinced by his words because he seemed genuinely happy that the general won the war. So, they didn't think too much of it.
Fenrir gave Lyca another discreet glance before he walked steadily toward his throne.
He had a tall figure and even though, he didn't have an overly robust figure, he could control the crowd and make people bow at his feet. He had an impressive aura and whenever he looked at someone, it was as though a heavy weight was descending on the person.
He sat leisurely on the throne, seeming relaxed and calm. The guests had taken their seats once more and even all the disciples of the divination hall had gathered together to avoid causing another trouble.
But, they didn't expect Fenrir to lift his palm and beckoned to his bodyguard instead. When the man approached him and saluted, he ordered, "Arrest the troublemaker and send her to the dungeon. I'll decide on her punishment later."
The hall immediately quietened. No one spoke. Of course, they all knew he was referring to Martha who had caused trouble earlier.
Martha immediately shot out of her seat the moment she heard the king's words. She was panicking and trembling. After all, she had heard rumors about the king.
The rumors said he was a ruthless man who killed people without batting an eyelid. They said he didn't like women around him and because of that, he killed women without mercy.
The bodyguard gestured to the guards nearest to her and before she knew it, Martha had been restrained by the two guards.
They dragged her amidst her wails of fear and panic and tossed her towards the door. She couldn't even protest as she was dragged out and the hall returned to its usual calmness.
Fenrir was still as indifferent. He began to address the guests.
Lyca was seated at the back of the hall beside Mary. She wasn't as invested in what was going around her as she couldn't see them anyway.
But the other girls around her wouldn't stop chatting and she was forced to listen in.
"What do you think will happen to the princess?" Someone asked. It was a low feminine voice.
"Who knows? His Majesty has never been a lenient person. We all know he is very temperamental."
The other girl seemed to disagree though and her voice revealed that she was doubtful. "But she is a princess. He wouldn't be so cruel to do that."
"Moreover, wouldn't that cause a diplomatic war?"
"It would." The other girl retorted. "But has he ever cared about diplomatic wars? His reputation as a ruthless king is not for fancy."
The discreet argument between the girls went on for some more time. Until Mary like Lyca could no longer stand it and shut them up.
Lyca could finally breathe and didn't have to listen to their gossipy voices any longer.
But regardless, her mind was no longer settled.
Lyca hadn't expected to meet Martha. She thought she had managed to escape their clutches when she left the kingdom with Elder Bernard. She thought she was finally able to leave the past behind.
But it seemed she had simply over thought.
Even though she avoided them and ran for her life, her past still came to catch up to her. She only hoped not to come across Martha again. She couldn't endure her bullying anymore.
And she hoped the king would severely deal with her. It seemed cruel, yes.
But Martha wasn't innocent either.