"Lady Ophiel, sorry for the trouble of making the trip yourself."
At that moment.
Lin En had not even let Mogans and Nero handle it, because if he wanted to eliminate every risk, having Ophiel go personally was unquestionably the safest choice.
Because there was at least one thing he could be absolutely certain of: Ophiel was Her Majesty the Valkyrie's most loyal believer.
Ophiel's gaze was complicated, but she still nodded and personally subdued him.
"I won't let you get away with this!!"
Tyrael's eyes were bloodshot. Even as he was led away, he kept them fixed on Lin En, glaring as though he wanted to devour him alive.
"Just you wait!!"
But it made no difference.
Soon.
With Tyrael formally taken into custody, Lin En turned his gaze back to everyone present, a faint smile in his eyes.
Under his gaze, not one of those lofty nobles dared to speak. They fell utterly silent, shrinking away from his eyes.
He took a step forward and said slowly:
"Everyone."
"I know that many of you are probably in league with Mr. Tyrael. You've hidden yourselves very well. At least, I haven't caught you out yet. I hope you'll hide yourselves even better, because if you're exposed like he was, I'll have no choice but to personally invite you in for tea."
He smiled slightly.
"Please tell your masters that, from this moment on, I will be deciding the course of Clockwork City's future."
"No matter who you are, even if you're a Great Demon from the ninth level of the Spirit Realm, keep your head down. There can only be one tiger on a mountain, and that tiger can only be me."
He raised his wineglass, slowly holding it high before everyone present.
"Come. Let's drink to me."
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