Our Son

Seeing how depressed the men were, and how their eyes were filled with unease and fear whenever they looked at him,

Gavin did not waste any time. He urged his horse through the crowd and arrived at the speaking platform deliberately left in the very center of the courtyard.

Though Gavin had never specifically asked for this platform beneath the rock to be built.

Well, when the men were building the estate, they had conveniently set aside a spot for a platform in the middle of the great courtyard. It was not tall, but it was far from crude. Rather than a simple wooden structure, it was a stone platform painstakingly built over time by the few men who knew how to work with colored stone and carving. Gavin arrived before it, dismounted quietly, then reached out and pulled the arsonist off Eugene's horse by the back of his pants. Carrying the arsonist in one hand, Gavin silently climbed onto the platform.

Thomas had been waiting nearby for some time. When Gavin arrived, he yielded his place and stepped to Gavin's side, taking the unconscious arsonist and arranging him in a kneeling position facing the crowd. Even so, the arsonist remained unconscious.

As for Gavin,

while Thomas positioned the arsonist, he frowned slightly and raised the microphone that had long been prepared.

Bringing the microphone to his mouth, Gavin thought for a moment before speaking in a low voice.

"Men, Gabriel was the only one involved in this arson incident. There were no others!"

As his words fell, Gavin lowered the hand holding the microphone and swept his gaze over the surrounding men.

In that instant, the unease in their eyes rapidly shifted. Most of them looked clear-headed and excited again!

"Kill him!!!"

Someone suddenly shouted!

"Slaughter him!"

Someone else