Ren slowly closed his eyes. Under the table, both of his fists were tightly clenched. He was gripping them so hard that his fingernails had already dug into his palms. Small amounts of blood began flowing from the wounds, but Ren did not seem to notice the pain.
For the next few minutes, nobody inside the tent dared to speak. The soldier remained kneeling on the ground, while the nobles and military officers quietly watched their Emperor. They could clearly see that Ren was struggling to control his emotions, and none of them wanted to become the target of his anger.
However, after several minutes of complete silence, something unexpected happened.
Ren slowly opened his eyes. The furious expression that had been on his face only moments earlier had completely disappeared. Instead, he now looked extremely calm. There was even a small, warm smile on his face.
