For a moment, such a thought crossed everyone's mind.
And not far off, Eunice, witnessing the river-like spread of fresh blood reaching her feet and glimpsing her own pale face and trembling legs through the glistening red, questioned herself.
Am I... afraid?
No, that's impossible!
Eunice took a deep breath, trying to appear proud and indifferent.
But at this moment, it was clear to anyone that Lynn was the one in control of the situation, while she was nothing but bluster.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Fourth Prince was the first to break the silence.
"The Council Hall is currently holding an award ceremony for the valiant warriors returning in triumph," he said, adjusting his glasses, "I'm very curious, in front of Father, what kind of excuses are you planning to find to defend yourself?"
Clearly, as a subordinate of the Third Imperial Princess, the events of this evening had likely already reached the ears of Saint Laurent VI.
