It was quite odd for a woman like Mistress Holy Wing to command such an atmosphere, at least that is how Ryu would feel if he were here. But, to the rest of the Martial Gods, it only made sense. The status of the Holy Wing Clan amongst the traitors of Sacrum was completely unlike that of the other Clans. This wasn't only because the Holy Wing Clan's daughter was tied to that man, but because..
The Holy Wing Clan couldn't be classified as a Traitor to begin with.
"Move." Mistress Holy Wing looked down upon Dreame who sat in the center position.
Dreame lazily looked up, giving a slight smile before pushing himself up only to lazily recline in another chair. He didn't seem to care about anything, even the disrespect he had just experienced rolled off his shoulders as though it had never happened. He was simply too lazy to do anything about it.