Chapter 152 Loyalty and Appointment

Night had fallen. Darkness descended from the ventilated apex, enveloping the corners of the great tent. A cool breeze stirred, the campfire dimly flickering, casting profound silhouettes across His Highness's face, like the indistinct black hawks on high mountains.

With His Highness's inquiry, silence reigned in the great hall momentarily. Ezpan's mind wavered. He looked up to speak but inexplicably found himself voiceless. Stealing glances at His Highness's expression, it seemed as sculpted, inscrutable with neither joy nor sorrow, impossible to fathom. Glancing at the Head Warrior beside, Bertade appeared calm, ancient like a centuries-old tree, standing guard by His Highness's side.