"Cruel! Such cruelty!"
O'Neil Andrew Morisette gathered all of his followers. Everyone had let out similar shouts.
The rain outside was still falling, and the fireplace was all red. The soldiers and the southern nobles were all sitting in the same room with odd expressions. They were thinking about one question. "Should we step into this trap?"
"Why not?" Oscar asked.
"This is a cruel trap!" Marquis Glenn Alpré moaned, "This is the trap that can destroy you in both spirit and body!"
"Why do you say that?" Oscar held his forehead with one hand. He still had the relaxed gesture.
The next one to speak was the young Head of Analysis Division, Viscount Lukas Diyabaker. He indicated with two of his fingers.
