"..."
In the royal bedchamber, Herbert felt a piercing coldness.
It came both from the chill wind and the person standing before him.
The murderous intent was genuine.
If he really was the madman intending to wreak havoc in the Kingdom, then this once kind uncle before him would transform into the most violent demon, dragging Herbert into death along with him in his final moments.
"Herbert, can you give me an explanation?"
The thunderous roar exploded in the room.
But at this moment, facing the King's interrogation, Herbert remained exceptionally silent.
The gale messed up his white hair, making his garments flap loudly, but it couldn't break the calm in his eyes.
He neither resisted nor explained, merely watching the King silently.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Who knows how much time passed, until the storm began to subside, until an unease appeared on the tense face of Reinhardt, Herbert finally spoke slowly.
