Chapitre 239: My love!

"That's it..." Liora mumbled under her breath, her voice barely audible as the weight of the situation settled in.

"W-We cannot allow that!" one of the Elders shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and outrage.

"Yes, we have been following this tradition for thousands of years!" another Elder chimed in, his tone resolute and unyielding.

"We cannot change our ancestors' written law!" a third Elder added, his voice filled with conviction and an air of finality.

Alaric sat back, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he listened to the Elders' fervent resistance, "Then what about the women currently protesting?" he asked, his voice calm yet menacing. "Should we hang them?"

The room fell into an uneasy silence, the Elders flinching at the brutality of the suggestion. They understood the delicate nature of the situation and the potential consequences of their decisions.