Chapitre 76: Tampered The Witch's Voodoo Magic

Meanwhile, in the king's study, tension rose to a crescendo. The man in his regal robes paced back and forth like the lion in its cage. His cape billowed behind him as he strode across the room, his mighty footsteps reverberating over the polished surface of the marble floor. His rage permeated the room and appeared to resound through the chamber's very walls.

In the presence of the enraged king, the chamber itself seemed to shrink. The lavish furnishings and elaborate tapestries that had decorated the walls appeared to recede into the background, overpowered by the king's intense emotions. Even the exquisite furnishings seemed to quiver under his fury.

The monarch's young page tried his best to shrink in along with the rest of the wall flowers in fear of being one of the victims of His Majesty's ranting toy. His face turned paler and paler as if he was turning into a corpse watching the king's furious tirade.