The number of children shrank.
The salon fell silent.
And before long, Jircniv was the only one left.
The only child still imprisoned.
Jircniv's grandfather, Count Dunrossil, was a stubborn man.
Even at the age of five, Jircniv had understood that clearly.
For better or worse, once his grandfather made a decision, he never changed his mind.
He was extremely contrary like that.
There was no way someone like him could get along with the current government.
Even if the other nobles had bowed their heads, he alone was still resisting.
Now that things had come this far, there was no chance his grandfather would back down out of pride.
Up until now, the government hadn't been able to easily remove Count Dunrossil, thanks to his powerful influence and the military strength of his private knight order.
Holding Jircniv as a hostage had been just barely enough to keep them satisfied.
However, soon, that patience would surely run out.
