Sebastian lowered his head, unable to refute that truth. The guilt on his face was obvious, he had been there, he had seen the villagers twist their mouths and spit venom at Min-jae as if he were less than dirt. Innocent or not had never mattered to a mob.
"…Understood, Master.." he finally said, voice soft, subdued.
Meical didn't answer. His gaze was cold, distant, calculating. The kind of look he only wore when he was truly, deeply disappointed.
Sebastian bowed again, more carefully this time.
"If that is your will… I will see to its implementation immediately."
His voice faltered.
Meical didn't respond. He merely gestured for him to leave.
Sebastian closed the study door behind him, and the room fell into silence.
A suffocating, heavy silence.
Meical pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to push down the headache that had begun creeping up the back of his skull.
