That scene was like a pair of invisible eyes weeping.
Among the onlookers, those old nobility who hadn't been accounted for lost all color in their faces instantly.
Some staggered backward, others covered their mouths tightly, afraid of making even the slightest sound, becoming the next target.
......
Just two streets away.
In front of Duke Calvin's Mansion, there was a stark silence, contrasting the plaza.
The heavy ironwood door was tightly shut, like an enormous sealed mouth, rejecting all sound.
On the stone stairs, knelt more than a dozen figures.
They were all relatives and allies of the condemned Count.
Their foreheads were already bruised and bloodied, with blood flowing down the cracks of the stone steps, staining the Calvin Clan's wolf head emblem embedded in the ground.
Leading them was the one-armed Baron Cas.
The missing arm was the price he paid thirty years ago, blocking a stab meant for the Duke.
