Chapter XXXII: The Vengeful Witch [4]

"I seek the truth; to discover the identity of he who trespassed against my father!"

Almost in an instant, the translucent surface of the crystal projected the image of a young man with jet-black hair occupying a regal throne, with a banner of a raven arching its wings fixed on the wall behind. With his legs crossed and fingers steepled upon his knee cap, his gray eyes were looking down upon kneeling knights and nobles, seemingly swearing their oath of fealty. As she continued to scrutinize the scene, Lady Ruffinia also took notice of a pair of knights on the dais, flanking the young noble who enjoyed dominion over the vassals in attendance. Even with little battle experience, she could reckon they were formidable warriors, evident of their posture and the way they stood in attention.

"Is this the man who murdered my father?" the Baroness painstakingly uttered the question, gravely offended. "A boy who might even be younger than me?"