Federico swept past the old priest and strode toward the center of the hall with a cold snort, facing the countless listeners:
"Or perhaps one of you would also like to force His Highness to promise to 'resign in disgrace,' just like the vice-priest?"
Faced with his advancing, aggressive gaze, many people in the Council Hall instinctively turned their heads away, avoiding his stare, let alone answering.
"Anyone? Is there anyone?"
The scene was like a sharp blade cutting through thorns.
"Fede..."
Feibul hugged the Canon to his chest, closed his eyes, and spoke in a trembling voice:
"Your Highness, your sword is very sharp. You should keep it sheathed, or it will only cause more bloodshed."
But this sword isn't entirely mine, either.
Tales sighed and was about to smooth things over, but Federico had no intention of stopping.
"Teacher, you came to the palace to pay your respects because you were furious over your student being assassinated, correct?"
With his back to the vice-priest, Federico sneered:
"That Priest Zadvi was assassinated. Was he really wounded as seriously as you claim? Otherwise, why has the Sunset Temple been 'treating' him until now, without a word from him? In fact, in fact, I've even begun to wonder..."
Federico narrowed his eyes, his meaning obvious:
"Was there really nothing suspicious about that assassination? Wasn't it actually staged by the Sunset Temple, simply to drive Prince Tales away so you could take advantage of the situation and fight for power and profit?"
The old priest's eyes flew open!
"You..."
He turned around and pointed at Federico with gritted teeth.
"Federico."
Tales finally spoke, cutting him off sharply.
"I believe in Vice-Priest Feibul's character and reputation, and I believe in the sanctity of the Sunset Temple," the Prince said solemnly. "I believe he