Disgusting Human Hearts

In short, Solam thoroughly berated those noble representatives, leaving them completely at a loss. They were indeed furious over Marco's death, but just as Solam had said, Marco's response had been entirely wrong from the start!

Solam was a noble! And not just any noble—he came from an extremely powerful background. Even old-established noble families had to show someone like him sufficient respect on the surface. Threatening a noble's family over a few lowborn commoners was something even they found difficult to accept.

With things having come to this, no matter how much those nobles regretted Marco's death, they could not demand that Solam take responsibility. After all, everything he had done had been reasonable and lawful.

Thus, the noble representatives could only nod submissively in agreement.

What else could they do? Were they supposed to go to war with Solam over Marco? What a joke!

Marco had indeed done an excellent job as city lord, but no matter how well he had done, he was still merely a nouveau riche. At most, the nobles present regarded him as a professional manager working for them. They were not about to fall out with Solam over him.

Besides, even if they wanted to turn hostile, they had to consider the cost. Just the dozen or so drakes parked outside were enough to snap them awake. While those dragons alone might not be able to destroy all of Crimmor City, they would not necessarily need to attack personally. If those dragon beasts began rampaging through the skies above the city, the people within could turn the entire place into chaos on their own.

Anyone chosen as a representative was naturally no fool. They understood perfectly well that disasters themselves were never the most terrifying thing. What was truly terrifying was human nature.