The Envoy meticulously reported each incident that had occurred in the Judgement Court.
After hearing this, the four highest-ranking members of Trolian fell into a deep silence almost simultaneously.
A long time passed before one of them spoke.
"King."
Archbishop Horus's voice was soft, heavy with deep sorrow, "Has the Miss Qingyu, always gentle and kind, really such a venomous and indifferent person? She hid it so well that she deceived us all."
Sitting next to him, Jolevi Dalin, the First Defense Chief, took a deep drag of his cigarette.
This was a middle-aged man with a square face and a thick brown beard, exuding great authority. Years of busy military service peppered his temples with gray, adding a touch of desolation to his appearance.
His voice was as stern as his face.
"Jon has always adhered to the iron-blooded ideology, so among the three candidates, only Xingge remains."