"Tonight is a historic night. The 300th anniversary of this event. My father, grandfather, and my ancestors have continued to keep this tradition alive for years across many generations and I shall keep it myself and leave it to my future heir." He said.
The entire time, everyone was paying attention to his words, but for some reason, the moment he mentioned the word 'future heir' the atmosphere in the room grew even colder.
Malice noticed that and looked around him. Many of the people present started eyeing each other secretly and those looks were far from friendly. Malice even saw some of them who were talking to each other a minute ago now carrying ominous glares at each other.
'What is going on here?' He asked himself. 'Why is everyone suddenly looking at each other as if they're about to kill one another any second?'
The shift was weird and with how little the boy knew about politics, this was just a completely incomprehensible change in behavior.