"Mental Enchantment? Interesting! Then where did you hear this news?"
Grand Duke Horton's face remained calm, but murderous intent surged uncontrollably within him!
"I can report where I heard it later, my lord. But right now, I want to establish one thing first... are you under someone else's control?"
Viscount Ironwall laid his cards on the table.
"Alfonso, what nonsense are you talking about? How could His Grace possibly be under someone's control?"
Brutus looked shocked, but he still found it hard to believe.
He might not have spent every waking moment with Duke Horton, but they met frequently.
Judging by his conduct and daily life, Duke Horton showed no abnormalities whatsoever. He displayed no signs of having been hypnotized.
Could such miraculous Psychic Ability really exist?
Meanwhile, the follower standing behind Brutus had gone deathly pale, his legs on the verge of trembling.
What kind of insane showdown had I stumbled into?
I thought I was just being dragged along to fill out the numbers. At most, I'd toast a few big shots and show off a little talent. But what had I just heard?
His Grace himself might be under someone's control, and the man questioning him was one of his most trusted lieutenants...
There was no question about it. This had to involve the overt and covert struggles within the Empire's highest circles of power.
I was practically tap-dancing on the edge of death...
If possible, I'd really like to become invisible and escape this room right now. Immediately. This instant...
"Brutus, I don't want to believe it either, but I'm even less willing to take that risk! So today, I'm going to get to the bottom of this!" Viscount Ironwall said firmly.
Within the duke's faction, Brutus's authority was second only to Duke Horton's. Combined with