"Huh?"
No one knew who had made that utterance, but even the head guard stopped in his tracks. The only sounds in the hall were from the distressed Prince Simon.
His mother, Ash, had become deadly pale. If this were not an indication of guilt, one would not know what it was. But the question remained, 'Who had she killed?'
Technically, killing was like child's play for the royal family…. It was more so for these particular royals than the ones in the past. It was funny that they, who had never fully assumed power, had this reputation associated with them. However, even the fact that they had killed many times in the past did not deter the Faefolks from unanimously believing that there was foul play involved in the witch's words.
The bizarre thing was that this thought was held unanimously by all…. Including the people who supported Syla and his wife.
"W-hat d-o y-o mean by that? D-o, do not spout nonsense like that!" Ash retorted.
