Javier smirked slightly, his head still lowered in a bow.
"Your Majesty, I believe we can extract useful information from her."
Garius leaned back in his throne, his expression unreadable as he studied the girl carefully.
"Hmmm…"
His sharp eyes locked onto Zania.
Still bound, Zania tried to remain defiant, but Liana wouldn't allow it. With a sharp tug on the leash, she forced Zania to kneel properly. Zania gritted her teeth, rage boiling within her.
Everything she had heard—everything she believed—told her that Garius was nothing but a count. A mere noble, not someone worthy of the throne. Her blood boiled.
Unable to hold back any longer, she shouted, "Since when can a mere noble become a king?!"
The air stirred as her voice dripped with venom. "A tyrant!" Her words echoed through the hall.
"A merciless lord who slaughters innocent people!"