"Wait."
A woman's voice suddenly broke the tense atmosphere.
"Before that, would you mind if I added a few words?"
"Add my ass! Who the hell are you?!" The man with the mustache turned around, about to curse her out, but froze when he saw who it was.
"L-Lord Aglaya?!"
"Aglaea?" Elder Itro was quite surprised to see Aglaea arrive in person.
"Greetings, Elder Itro. I suppose I'm not too late."
The crowd was silent for only a few seconds before erupting again.
"OHhhhhhhhh--!!"
Few civil cases could draw the attention of a Chrysos Heir. There were already three important figures present.
"The wind has carried your earlier discussion to me along the golden threads."
Aglaea said calmly:
"At a time like this, rather than arguing over whether the tear in the clothes is right or wrong, perhaps we should consider how to mend it."
"Of course, our first priority should be treating Mr. Yan Huan..."
At that moment, Yan Huan, who lay unconscious in the wheelchair, was still spraying blood like a fountain, splattering Elder Itro, who stood in front of the wheelchair, crimson.
Dan Heng had kept his distance early on and was now standing amid the crowd.
"Y-Yes...!" The elder wiped the blood from his face and angrily snapped at the man with the mustache:
"How dare you commit such Great Treason against the hero who saved us! You disgrace the glory of Okhema!"
"You really believe he's injured?" The man with the mustache looked at him contemptuously.
"Please, use your brain. Could a hero who dared face the Titans of Strife head-on really be badly injured by a couple of hits from me?"
"I see it now. Lord Yan Huan and Lord Dan Heng just want to protect this old man at all costs!"
"Tsk, I