Iyana glanced at Vyan, a flicker of fear in her eyes. However, Vyan, on the other hand, was the epitome of calmness.
With his usual elegance, he strolled to the front of the imperial altar, greeting the imperials like it was a normal Monday morning, completely unfazed by the countless pairs of eyes throwing dark glares his way.
"He truly is the son of the traitors. Here I thought he was different from them."
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, after all."
"To think, we could have all died today if the monsters weren't taken care of."
"I am sure it's all a plan to harm our emperor again."
"Goddess knows what this cursed family has against our imperial family."
"I had a bad feeling about him from the start."
