Two hours could feel long or short. In this case, they had indeed passed quite quickly.
As everyone waited, some nervously and some expectantly(?), the two hours soon drew to a close.
At this moment, in the Council Hall on the top floor of Dalaran's Central Tower, the prisoners' corpses had all been carried away for burial, and the various equipment used for the live streams had also been removed. The hall was spacious once more.
Several important figures from Dalaran sat on either side of the long council table. Each sat upright, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn. More than half of that solemnity came from William, seated at the head of the table.
Earlier, after Bell had once again caused such a huge incident, William, who had been outside the city, immediately dropped everything he was doing and rushed back as if his ass were on fire.
After racing all the way to the Council Hall on the top floor, William finally found his troublesome eldest son. Seeing Bell's utterly unconcerned expression, William had nearly been angered into putting family loyalty aside.
In fact, if Shanna had not been sitting beside Bell at the time, William might truly have struck him.
"Bell! What the hell is going on here?!"
William roared, spraying spit several meters away.
Bell leaned back in alarm and looked innocently at his father.
"What do you mean, what's going on?"
What was this about? Had dad just had a nightmare or something? Why was he throwing out such a random question the moment they met?
Bell thought, completely oblivious.
"You know exactly what I mean! Stop playing dumb!"
William wished that everything he had just seen and heard had been nothing more than a nightmare. But the star of that "nightmare" was standing right