Capítulo 39: King Silver?

As King ascended the staircase, he kept glancing at Cecil, whose expression remained impassive, though she seemed to strain to hold it. His gaze was unsettlingly piercing, as though searching for something beneath her carefully composed facade.

Eventually, Ferdinand stepped in, shielding Cecil with his broad frame, much to King's visible displeasure.

At the top floor, they entered a spacious room. Cecil shut the door behind them, and with a subtle gesture, activated a spell that enveloped the room in a soundproof barrier.

"Take a seat," Ferdinand offered, gesturing to a sofa, while he settled into the one directly across.

King draped himself onto the sofa with an easy nonchalance, his long legs stretched out and dangling over one armrest, utterly dismissive of the formal setting.