"Brave" Ismail felt as though his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
...A traitor?
Wouldn't that be him?
For a fleeting moment, Ismail absurdly wondered whether Iver had betrayed him... But he quickly came to his senses, then wondered whether his thoughts had been seen through.
Fortunately, Ismail was exceptionally courageous.
When he had still been a mortal child, he had been able to kill a male lion with his bare hands—that was not something one could accomplish with strength alone. It also required sufficient composure. Thus, he showed no sign of panic, merely furrowing his brows as he looked at the other good lords, who were looking at one another as well.
There were twelve good lords in the room, seated around the round table in a perfect circle. Their expressions varied, but the room was utterly silent.
—The people did not erupt into discussion because of this.
After all, these good lords did not particularly believe Aymar Nur's words either.
Yet "the Forgiver" Aymar Nur merely looked calmly at every one of them and slowly began, "Brothers and sisters, the reason we have gathered here is to escape the eternal enslavement of the Great Abyss.
"But not everyone thinks that way. Just as not everyone is born equally large, nor does clean blood flow through every person's veins—"
At this point, Aymar Nur suddenly turned and looked at one of the good lords beside him.
It was the good lord nearest to him, an old man with white hair and a white beard as well. Only he chose to avert his gaze when Aymar Nur's eyes swept over him.
"Forgiver..."
The old good lord slowly began to speak.
Aymar Nur simply watched him.
Before the other man could finish, he suddenly reached out and seized