"Your Majesty, please calm down," Magnius said.
He was the only one who dared to speak to the emperor, while the others, not wanting to risk the emperor's wrath that the wrong word would mean death for them.
The emperor stood up, giving everyone a sharp look and a tightly gripped black dagger.
"They are not al-Banix like us!" she said harshly. "These two are just lowly humans, outcasts who survived the massacre! They're just scum and I'm an emperor. But why do they have that privilege, huh? Answer me!"
And this time, even the Mighty Magnius preferred to remain silent.
The emperor again twirled the black dagger in her hand in such a way. Although she was a woman, however, it was clear that she was quite skilled in using weapons.
"Even that damn Vulcher could have this dagger," she said as if to herself. "A Black Dracael's solid bones."
"Maybe he just got a little lucky," said the Right Counselor. "Your Majesty," he continued with a gulp.
