Chapter 401: The Dripping Night (10)
Once the wine had vanished from our cups, we flung the now empty vessels to the ground.
It was a time-honored tradition of the Crescent Alliance symbolizing an “irreversible choice”. Once shattered, the glass couldn’t be pieced back together—a metaphorical crossing of the Rubicon River, ensuring there was no turning back.
That’s right. I was now standing at a point of no return.
My steps were resolute, unwavering. Whether moving forward or backward, nothing would impede my progress.
“Archdukes, heed my command.”
“We will do as you ask, Your Highness.”
Stepping onto the shards strewn across the ground, I could sense the friction between the broken pieces through the soles of my shoes.
“There are traitors still lurking in the palace. Track them all down and execute them.”
The banquet held today exclusively gathered Demon Lords and archdukes. However, our initial plan was to meet with the families and nobles serving the archdukes tomorrow. They were all currently residing in the palace. None of them know what happened just now.