At once, the atmosphere in the chamber turned solemn.
Nylian was an elf who strictly followed traditions. Furthermore, he had studied in Saratoga Castle in his youth, and thus greatly respected this prestigious institution and its Headmaster.
For Ives Ballard to question the order of the Master of Ravenfell didn't sit well with Nylian. "It would be in your best interest not to question the Headmaster's authority going forward."
Ives glared at the elf. "Lord Feno, are you threatening me?"
Nylian's lips curled up into a cold smile. "No, Lord Ballard, I am simply telling you to remember your place."
"You—" Ives clenched his fists in rage and was about to retort, but was suddenly interrupted.
"That is enough, My Lords," said Hammond. "We will now proceed to the next agenda."
"Hmph!" Ives stared daggers at Nylian and harrumphed in anger. He did not wish to quarrel any further in front of the rest of the councilors.