"It's Young Master Milun!"
"Didn't he claim to be ill? Didn't they say he wouldn't attend the celebration?"
"Look at him. He's so frail, nothing like Atsam's strength. How could someone like that be a true descendant of the Artsam Family?"
The crowd erupted into discussion.
From the shadows backstage, an elderly man slowly pushed a wheelchair forward, bringing a pale young man onto the platform.
His eyelids were swollen, as if he had not slept enough. He looked sickly and bloodless, his entire body wrapped in thick furs, yet his small frame still trembled and convulsed uncontrollably.
Even under the warmth of the two Undying Flames, he looked as though he might collapse at any moment.
Such a person truly did not fit the image of the hero Atsam.
Xu Nan noticed that, compared to the noisy crowd in the square, the nobles in the guest seats were far more restrained.
They might not think much of Young Master Milun either, but at least they did not show it so bluntly.
It seemed they had retained a certain degree of reason and objectivity.
They had not been completely swayed by Quillras's earlier, highly emotional accusations.
This guy truly deserves to be an elder of the Ice and Snow Goddess Church. During that whole accusation, he didn't use any charm divine arts at all. He merely relied on his eloquence to describe the Artsam Family's Thrall Descendants as utterly vile bastards, while making poor Young Master Milun look like a parasite living off others' achievements.
Xu Nan found it somewhat amusing. Whatever the truth was, Quillras did not seem so simple-minded.
Evelyn had made the right decision by bringing Young Master Milun here.
Quillras did not spare Milun so much as a glance. He merely looked toward Evelyn.
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