The statement about traitors being in the mansion made everyone's eyes go wide in disbelief.
The crowd erupted into a mix of reactions. Some of the servants froze, their faces paling as nervous energy rippled through them. Others chuckled uneasily, their laughter thin and strained as they exchanged wary glances. A handful remained eerily silent, their stiff postures and averted gazes speaking volumes.
It was as though every man present carried some secret, some transgression they feared might now be exposed.
The tension increased as the murmurs grew louder.
"Traitors?" One person whispered to the servant beside him, his voice trembling. "What does he mean by that?"
"Who knows?" The other replied, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "But it's clear he knows something we don't."
