Eunid felt a chill as his uncle's face twisted with fury, a flush rising from his neck to his stiff mustache, which trembled as he spoke.
"YOUNG nephew, are you saying that I, your uncle and commander of the Forces of the Diligent family, is lying?"
Alfred's voice boomed through the chamber, the echoes bouncing off the walls. E
Eunid felt the weight of the words, but his own face remained impassive, his eyes steady and clear. Instead of directly responding to Alfred, Eunid turned to his father.
Mulligan's expression was a curious blend of amusement and contemplation, as if he were both smiling and frowning at the same time.