Waddle's laugh was short and bitter. "Probably not. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that I still recognize them."
Before Ya-Mi could respond, a new presence filled the room. The sound of measured footsteps drew every eye as the King entered, dressed in surprisingly casual attire that only seemed to heighten his aura of authority. Whispers rippled through the audience as he approached, his gaze fixed firmly on Waddle.
Waddle stiffened slightly, his carefree demeanor faltering under the King's piercing stare. The monarch took a seat opposite him, resting his chin on a hand as a faint smile played on his lips.
"So," the King began, his voice smooth and deceptively calm. "The man from nowhere. Tell me, Waddle, do you believe you belong here?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. Waddle met the King's gaze, his own eyes narrowing slightly.
