The expression on everyone's face in the council hall changed.
It was obviously a frame job, but no one dared to voice their doubts. After all, their entire story about losing the national treasure was a lie.
Who knew if the thief who stole the national treasure actually had evidence of their lie?
Besides, if they angered someone who could slip in and out of The Royal Palace without a trace, completely undetected by the Guardian and international arbiters, their lives would be forfeit.
The council hall fell silent, as if empty. Kenny knelt on the floor, head bowed, saying nothing. His fingers, resting on his lap, clenched the fabric of his long robe.
'This is definitely their doing!'
On the high platform, the King of Karthos's face was as dark as a sky before a thunderstorm.
A sharp THUD echoed through the hall.
The royal scepter, a symbol of his authority, struck the floor hard.
The sound seemed to pierce right through Kenny's heart, making it seize with fear.
