Sir Willa was a Supernatural person. In a few swift movements, he plunged into the darkness, where it was impossible to see exactly what happened.
Crawford flicked his longsword, sending scarlet beads of blood flying. Then a head rolled out of the darkness.
Elliot's eyes slowly widened. He had actually killed him?!
Crawford gazed at the blood, intoxication in his eyes, and roared with laughter, brimming with cruelty and brutality.
This was his justice, a justice unlike that of any emperor before him.
Violence for violence, blood for blood. If there was no justice in the world, then he, the Tyrant, would grant his subjects equality in death!
The nobles nearby looked livid, yet they simply let Crawford act. No one spoke up to protect Willa; no one even said a word on his behalf.
Judging by their expressions, this clearly was not the first time something like this had happened. No wonder the nobles had not come to trouble him lately. They had probably all been busy dealing with this Tyrant.
With the help of the [Holy Scripture], Crawford had actually held his own all alone!
Elliot drew a deep breath. Did this [Justice] really possess such tremendous power?
Then it seemed the Empire's past emperors truly had been merciful.
The [Holy Scripture]... perhaps this [Relic] was even more formidable than he had imagined.
Elliot discreetly glanced at Elsa and the others, and both sides fell back in unspoken accord.
Crawford's disruption was a good thing. With him and his brutal justice here, there would be no fighting today.
The nobles had chosen to endure it for now, but the look Tobias cast their way made it clear that this was only a temporary truce.
The Sacred Blood Nobles had already decided to move against him. There would be