"I think… I heard enough."
"Si…"
The slight pause from the aide's words was only supposed to be a stutter. But as he saw Van slowly making his way towards the stage, he could not help but take in a huge gulp as he looked at Prince Aurelius, waiting to see if he would order a retreat.
But alas, the only thing that the fat prince was doing was choking in his own words as he tried to let out a mumble. It wasn't only them, of course. The crowd that was already quiet became even more silenced; the soldiers and guards were looking at each other, waiting to see if someone would make a move; Even the other prisoners, who were previously begging for their lives, were now completely sedated.
Why wouldn't they? The iron bar was supposed to have anti-magic properties; any who wore it would be unable to tap into the mana of the world. They were made solely for the purpose of stopping sorcerers from spreading evil throughout the land.