In University of Torminas.
At roundtable chamber.
The roundtable chamber was carved from dark stone, its walls lined with ancient sigils that pulsed faintly like a sleeping heartbeat. At the center stood a massive circular table of blackwood, polished to a mirror sheen. Eleven seats surrounded it—each occupied.
Principal, the man who signify royalty sat at the head, his posture straight, fingers interlocked as if he alone held the fragile balance of the room. To his right was Oryn, silent and observant, his sharp eyes scanning every face. Draves leaned back slightly, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Besides him sat Eren, a young arcanist showing a dead serious expression. Lisa sat forward, elbows on the table, already tense— as if she knows what will happen.
Across from them sat the six elders.
They were motionless.
Cold.
Their robes, pale and heavy, seemed to absorb the dim light rather than reflect it. Their faces bore no emotion, only the weight of age and authority. When they breathed, it was slow… deliberate… as if time itself obeyed them.
Silence spread~
"As you all know.", One of the elder spoke breakings the silence. "A letter was sent to us by one of the elite guards regarding the incoming attack.", He spoke with a serious tone raising his hand which was holding the envelope.
"So, the main agenda of the urgent meeting is to discuss whether we should trust this letter and focus on making strategies or just ignore it.", He added making his hand comfortable.
Silence spread once again.
A heavy, suffocating silence.
"Your excellency", Oryn spoke. "I think the letter is just a prank pulled by some children's like last time and there is also no way that the guard who have sent the letter would have survived to even sent it."
The graze in the room shifted towards the words of Oryn who was indicating about the little pranks that happened last time. In his opinion the guard would have not survived to send even a letter.
"You may be right but the guard who followed the lady few days ago have not returned.", one of the elder spokes looking towards Lisa for approval and she nodded.
"So, the only option remains for us is to trust the letter is true and focus on strategies for the incoming battle.", Eren said holding his chin with index finger and a thumb.
Oryn looked at the Eren and gets silence accepting the fate.
"Yes, you are right.", Elder said.
The people who were silence in this conversation were Draves and Lisa who didn't spit a single word from the beginning. Just observing~
"The letter state that the attack would be on a town. So, our main priority should be on protecting Rigour town.", The elder in center said with his palm on his face.
"Let's ask our mighty queen to send as many as guards to protect the Rigour town. The place where the elite guards and soldiers from angelic army are produce. The place which gave many highly commanders for angelic army.", The elder said while keeping his hand towards his chest.
"Your excellency", The elders eyes shifted towards Eren as he spoke." What about the other villages who are connected to the Rigour town. Wouldn't they need protection", The Eren spoke his words, but he left all the unworthy eyes on him.
Those eyes were of Elders giving him a serious look.
"Don't worry about those peasants. The letter state that the attack only would happen to Rigour town ~"
"But there is also a possibility that attack would happen to villages also.", Draves spoke breaking his long silence and cutting the elder.
As soon as he spoke the eleven people who were sitting there were only looking towards hm. Some with a cold look and some with bitter.
Silence. ~
"So, what...", One of the elder spokes surprising everyone.
"We can't always protect those villagers", The elder spoke.
"But all mighty~"
The situation was becoming more and more tense.
The air in the atmosphere was becoming more and more tense.
The rage in someone was going to snap who was quiet from beginning and was just observing and then~
"Do you all does not care about those.", A voice came from the forward side of Drave.
It was different from what every day we heard from her. The softness in it was dead. It was the voice who was raised by those villagers. It was the voice who was listening about the Elders... no. jerks voice who was saying that her loved ones does not have any rights to live.
The feelings which she was feeling was not of humiliation but was of rage.
The rage who can consume coldness and, in that moment, ~
The lady in silver snaps~