Kovit pov

Kovit power-walked through the massive hall on the red carpet straight to his throne. The noble's supporters and the servants bowed their heads respectively to him as he walked by as if it was his place to receive the salute.

"To what degree my people sustained the injury?" He asked as he strode to the throne, his long cape fluttered behind his back beautifully.

The nobles cowered down as the substance behind Kovit passed by them with the trunk playing around like a kid.

"I said!" He sat down. "To what degree my people sustained the injury?" He slowed down his voice that was already on the red meter. Almost exploding.

The nobles and the servants flinched. The tense atmosphere turned eerie. The madness resided inside his eyes instead of his voice.

"Your Highness, please let me speak." Duke Tita marched forward and presented himself in front of Kovit.

Kovit put a smile on his face, he raised his hand, and waved it.