King Edmund's gaze swept over the nobles, his expression filled with cold amusement.
Then, with a sharp, cutting voice, he spoke:
"Just because some of you are 'related' to me—"
His eyes locked onto certain nobles.
"—does NOT mean you are untouchable."
The entire room stiffened.
The weight of his words made it clear—
Family ties meant nothing when it came to the survival of the kingdom.
King Edmund leaned forward, resting his elbow on the armrest of his throne.
His tone grew sharper, more dangerous.
"I did not partake in your so-called 'holy war' because I knew what it would lead to."
He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with restrained fury.
"And now? Look what has happened."
He tossed the report onto the table in front of him.
The parchment scattered, the ink still fresh—evidence of the chaos spreading across the kingdom.
The room was silent.
No noble dared to speak.