*Clap, clap, clap, clap…*
There was a lonesome yet sharp clapping sound in the great hall. The nobles all frowned. The king had nonchalantly raised both his hands and clapped softly.
Thales felt a discomfort in his heart. He recalled that Lampard had done the exact same thing six years ago during that bloodstained dawn—softly clapping while walking out confidently from the murderous army towards him and Little Rascal, victorious.
"Indeed, thank you for reminding me, Ian Roknee." King Chapman clapped while saying softly, "My vassals have been a little restless lately."
The King breathed in a puff of air, then exhaled slowly. His eyes shone with a cold glint. "So this is the best opportunity, is it not? I will give these passionate vassals of mine an opportunity to serve the country, it is the perfect moment for them."
Behind the king, Kentvida crossed his arms and laughed gently.
