The Grand Deception

It was as if a flurry of conversation was happening, but none of it made sense—it didn't even feel like a real conversation.

It was almost as though Sylas was coercing the king into agreeing with him.

Even though the king was still speaking, Sylas's relentless barrage of words left no room for the nobles to interject.

Was this part of Sylas's plan or some kind of strategy?

Rocco couldn't quite follow along and was left in a daze.

Suddenly, Sylas picked Rocco up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"...Huh?"

Rocco blinked in surprise as Sylas lifted him by the sides, holding him up almost like a trophy for the room to see.

What is he doing…?

Confused, Rocco was even more startled when Sylas's lips pressed close to his ear, and he whispered instructions softly.

"Rocco, lament your mother's crimes as if you're grieving. Cry as loudly as you can."

Rocco was taken aback by Sylas's words.