"Do you want to be demoted?" The ruler coldly asked as Linx, the third executive out of the three, grumbled with anger.
"F-Forgive me for speaking out, but this woman does not deserve the position of executive!"
"And why do you say that?"
"Sh-She's weak! Way too weak to be an executive, so I just do not understand your intentions! Please elaborate!"
"And why should I elaborate to you?" The woman asked, and her cold voice was like a muffle that wrapped around the throat of every single person present within the throne hall.
The man beside me, who presumably thought he was close with one of the rulers of Tolf, looked down at the ground, almost ashamed that he believed to be even the slightest bit close with the woman standing before us.
