In the dark hall guarded by the Red Knights, Charlotte was seated on a stone chair directly facing the entrance, a wine cup in her hand with her remaining subordinates standing on either side behind her.
Silence reigned with only the sound of Charlotte sipping from her glass echoing once in a while.
It remained this way for quite some time before she finally let out a tired sigh. "Are there no traitors?"
She sounded disappointed as she downed the remainder of the wine in her glass before tossing it aside like a piece of trash.
The sound of glass shattering echoed across the hall as she rose to her feet, preparing to leave.
However, she paused as she sensed something.
She glanced at the entrance just in time to watch it open and a familiar figure rushed in.
"You are here," Charlotte remarked.
Jarius trembled upon meeting her gaze, quickly dropping his head in servitude and falling to his knees.
"My lady."
"What is it?"
"There is a traitor."
