After Calvin's shocking statement, the atmosphere in the throne hall grew tense. The Penatuan, King Owen, and the Queen began whispering among themselves, their glances occasionally darting toward Calvin, who remained standing tall in the center of the hall. Their conversation was filled with doubt and confusion, as if they were trying to grasp the true meaning behind the admission that had just been spoken.
Finally, King Owen raised his hand, calling for silence that immediately stilled the murmurs in the room. He looked at Calvin with a deep gaze, filled with caution mixed with curiosity. "Calvin," his voice echoed throughout the hall, imbued with authority that could not be ignored, "what credibility do you have for the statement you just made? How can we be sure that your words are guaranteed and not merely driven by ambition?"
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