The chandeliers creaked a little as a draft slipped through the dining hall, making the candlelight flickerin a way that felt less like ambiance and more like a warning. Cherion sat there, back as straight as a poker, feeling the prickle of sweat at his hairline. Wow, he thought, his gaze darting across the heavy linen cloth. The four of them. Together. It was like some twisted cosmic joke.
If this were a scene in the original web novel, the air would be thick with the "shimmering nobility" of Yerel and Philia, the heroic duo destined to save the world from the "vile" Duke Zarius and the "rotting" shadow, Cherion. But as Cherion looked at the scene before him, he realized the "OG" readers would probably cough up blood if they caught a glimpse of this reality. The so-called heroes were acting like spoiled rich brats, while the supposed villains were just… trying to get through dinner without getting metaphorically stabbed.
Well. That was it. Full-on role reversal.
