Strike II

At his words, everyone, including Darius, flinched. This wasn't an official trial. These people had gathered of their own accord, eager to see how this publicized drama would play out.

If Lord Justin had simply told everyone to disperse, they would have scattered without question.

"Well, there's nothing else entertaining in this world, is there? In the old days, even executions were a form of amusement," he muttered to himself, watching the crowd with a detached air. Despite his musings, Justin didn't tell the crowd to leave, allowing them to stay and observe the event. The subtle permission brought a wave of relief to both Darius and the commoners watching.

Justin slumped into a chair that his attendant had brought for him, resting his chin in his hand.

"I heard there's a strike. You have a few demands, don't you?" Justin asked casually.