Chapter 118
The next morning, the council reconvened in the grand hall.
I didn't go.
Partly because I was still recovering from getting my soul half-barbecued by dark magic, and partly because I didn't want to listen to pompous nobles. But Finn went. Said he wanted to see the "historic moment." I said I'd rather see a bed and not move for a week.
According to him, it wasn't that historic after all. No one screamed. No one tried to assassinate anyone mid-sentence. No cultists burst through stained-glass windows.
Ulto had simply stood up and declared Mern a traitor to the Western Council and the Kingdom. That was it. No grand soliloquy. No damning pile of scrolls and receipts. Just: "He betrayed us." Which, considering everything, felt fair.
