An hour ago.
The meeting of the neutral factions was decided to be held in Marquise Benedict's mansion.
When the meeting began, the chandeliers above the long hall of the mansion trembled faintly, their crystals swaying as if they too sensed the weight of the decision just made.
Twenty nobles sat in a wide arc of lacquered chairs, silks and brocades rustling as they leaned forward, final words still heavy in the air.
Baron Veylan's (father of Courage the mutt) thin fingers had been the last to rise, sealing the outcome: War.
The neutral faction had spoken. The demons were no longer an option—they were a threat.
The demons had killed one of the key figures of their faction, so there was no way they were going to side with the demons.
Of course, not all of them agreed to it.
Still, since they had decided not to prosecute anyone because of their choices, they hadn't said anything to Marquise Benedict, Viscount Layan, and Baron Karani, who wanted to support the demons.
