"Anker Byrael!"
Amidst the chaos, Thales' voice echoed loud and clear throughout the hall.
The duke breaking his silence obviously carried weight. The entire banquet hall fell silent.
Anker's sword rested on Old Doyle's neck, leaving the latter panting in anxiety.
Thales pushed Mallos, who was blocking him subconsciously, away and stood out in the crowd, speaking from the tier second only to the king's seating, "Your words, your story, your bitter experience, has been heard by the entire Mindis Hall."
His tone was stern, "Is that not enough?"
Anker looked up. For the first time, he met the gaze of the heir of the kingdom without interference and obstruction.
"So, Your Highness, do you, like everyone else, intend to use exceedingly sensible reasons and excuses to obstruct deserved justice?"
"So your past, your reputation, including what you said in your opening speech, are all lies?"
