Roger looked at Ocean, who only inclined his head slightly and gestured for Alys to sit. Once she lowered herself stiffly into the chair beside him, Ocean settled into his own seat, posture steady and composed, as though he had been preparing for this exact moment.
"It's been some time for this matter," Ocean began evenly, his voice carrying just enough weight to draw Roger's full attention. "But I'd like for Your Majesty to remember an individual who was executed five years ago. Count Douglas Clark."
At the name, Roger's brow twitched, a flash of recognition—and irritation—passing across his face.
"Are you trying to say he is the one who assassinated my brother?" Roger's voice deepened, raw with restrained fury. His mana rippled outward in a suffocating heat that pressed against the walls and seeped into the air like a furnace.
