The Emperor cut the thread cleanly, not because the topic was resolved, but because lingering on it would keep feeding the room's unease.
His tone carried the weight of command returning to its proper path, and the shift was immediate: people straightened, attention reoriented, minds recalculating what the "reason" would be.
The emperor looked at the hall and all the nobles that were there.
"Ludwig heart, you've proven yourself, time and time again, a bastion of humanity and its protector.
A guardian of the Empire where many failed to meet the standards. We have failed to recognize your value even though you cleared Tulmud of the Wrathful Death, the Usurper of Death, a Godless being that We have come to understand wants nothing but to destroy and kill.
We have believed it to be a guardian of the North. But in reality, it was merely a beast among many beasts.
