[Samael Ashwood's POV]
"Are you disobeying the crown, Lady Elysia?"
Elysia's eyes narrowed at King Cedric's words, her stance unwavering. "Disobedience, Your Majesty, would imply a lack of respect for your authority. I am merely defending my family's honor against baseless accusations and blatant disrespect. You know as well as I that decorum must be maintained, but it should not be weaponized to silence those who seek justice."
"So, My question stands, Are you siding with this pig too, Your Majesty?" Elysia's voice was ice-cold, cutting through the tension like a knife.
Instead of answering, King Cedric also released his aura, the golden radiance clashing with Elysia's blue, creating a palpable tension in the room.
Gasp~ Gasp~
It was not King's action that surprised us all but the density of mana—
"Seventh Circle!"
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