The sack was pulled open.
More than thirty bloody heads rolled to the center of the banquet hall, making a dull "thud" as they hit the floor.
One of the heads had a ferocious expression, eyes wide open, unwilling to die with such injustice.
The air froze instantly, and the entire banquet hall fell silent.
The originally noisy nobles seemed to have been paused, unmoving, staring at the scene on the ground.
Count Fors stared blankly at the pile of heads, his throat moved: "What... what is this?!"
Meanwhile, the smile on Zachary's face froze instantly, as if he'd been whacked over the head.
He instinctively stepped back half a pace, his face looking extremely displeased.
Louis remained calm, as if he had just brought a few ordinary gifts.
"White Feather Canyon, annihilated the Snow Swearer elite squad attempting to invade the South. All cleaned up, their heads are here."
