Chapter 12: Drama Queen
The green screen changed again, making everyone lean in on their seats with curiosity about the evidence that would prove Johan—a divine general, a great royal, a high-ranking member of the court—had betrayed.
[A tall man with long white hair and a half-moon tattoo on his forehead stood on a muddy, rocky plain that looked more like a warzone. Heavy rain was falling all over the plain, drenching the lean, muscular man in water, though it didn't seem to bother him. He stared into the distance with a cold gaze.]
Astreus and other members of the Seven Seat instantly recognized the place.
They had all fought there at least once. The south border of the Aurelian Empire—the one that touched the Midgard Empire.
An invisible frown appeared on their faces. They could easily guess what was happening.
Johan Von Matilda wouldn't step into a warzone, especially one as active as the southern front, without reason.
And they were right.
The whole screen seemed to tremble, as if it too could feel the pressure from what was unfolding.
[A young man in a black kimono, with a long black katana tied to his left side, manifested out of nowhere—like he had always been there, observing. He ran a hand through his black hair, then turned his gaze toward the black sky, letting the raindrops fall on his face.]
Every last person in the parliament stood up, shocked. Even Leonard was trembling.
All except Leor and Radhaan, both of whom watched everything with a mocking sneer, seemingly enjoying the reactions.