The stench of blood in Grey Rock Castle had not yet fully dispersed.
Outside the castle, the cleanup was still ongoing.
The monsters' remains were dragged off the square; flamethrowers and high-pressure water guns were used in turn, trying to wash away the dark red meat paste clinging in the cracks between the stones.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and sulfur; when the cold wind blew, it felt like it was welling up from some deep well that had yet to be sealed.
Yet Louis still decided to hold the merit and rewards council here.
Grey Rock Castle had once been where the Remont Clan discussed military affairs and divided spoils; now it was being used again, only with a different group of people, and a different banner.
When the door of the Platinum Assembly Hall was pushed open, the warm air almost crashed into them.
The fire in the hearth burned bright, candlesticks were lined up in a row, and light flowed between the white stone pillars.
