Rejecting

In the hospital parking lot, tension hung thick in the air.

"What the fuck is going on?" The purple-haired man turned his head in every direction, his pulse racing.

Everyone every single agent, soldier, and officer was on one knee, heads lowered in submission towards the butler.

He swallowed hard, confusion swirling in his mind. Is it that card? The Black Order or something? His gaze flickered toward the General. Even the Marshal was kneeling.

That's scary… He felt a chill crawl up his spine before instinctively following suit, dropping to one knee without a second thought. He wasn't about to be the odd one out in whatever was happening here.

"Hey, woman, you should do this too… or maybe we'll get in trouble," he whispered urgently to Meleonora, who still stood frozen, struggling to process what was happening around her.

"Ah, yes! Yes!" She hurriedly lowered herself, mirroring the others, her movements stiff with hesitation.