章節 119: the worst truth. 

A heavy silence fell across the Throne Room. 

Gunther and the other servants tensed, confirming Lynn's suspicion that Damian's whereabouts were currently unknown. Most of the daily papers had suggested the same thing, too, along with the mysterious disappearance of the Lord Protector, Leon Roswald. 

All that led Lynn to a simple, but sickening, conclusion—

My brother learned about the Brightwell birthright and immediately betrayed the Crown to the High Table. After that, everything fell into place for our enemies, and now they have a puppet king on the Throne. Except, there's one thing that doesn't add up—

"And what would you do with that information?" Titus asked cautiously, a newfound wariness entering his eyes. "I have made it abundantly clear that the Roswalds have no place in Sidralis' future."

—Why is there nobody from the Order here?