Sayon, Jones Family.
After delivering his speech, Hans Weiden sat on the throne-like seat with a cold smirk on his face. He looked at White Mitchell with the playful intention of a cat teasing a mouse, filled with disdain.
It was quite clear, from the very beginning, he didn't take White Mitchell seriously.
White Mitchell's current 'submission', in his opinion, was foreseeable.
What was to come next was the entertaining scene of him manipulating White Mitchell as he pleased.
With this thought in mind, a cruel smile crept onto Hans Weiden's face.
Clip-clop!
At that moment, White Mitchell, who had just finished comforting Sherry, moved a couple of steps forward.
The crisp sound his shoes made against the floor carried an unwaveringly calm and confident air.
In that moment, all eyes were on him, and only him.
The members of the Jones Family, as well as Hans, were eager to see White Mitchell kneel and bow before Hans.