"Count Maller is it?" Emperor Valentin's eyes squinted coldly as he eyed the group of novels headed by a count at the center of the hall.
Strangely, as he was doing it, the temperature of the entire room suddenly turned cold. An invisible intimidating force came from the direction of the throne and the honored seats of the High Priest and the grandmasters.
"Yes, your majesty." Count Maller looked at his allies nervously. They already knew that Eli would be backed up by the grandmasters but they never knew that this was the kind of pressure they have to take on.
Even the nobles who were in his side were trying their best to stop their legs from shaking. The other nobles around had also realized that the pressure was high on their area and so, they stepped back and avoided the nobles who tried to object.
