Inside the City Lord's mansion, William and Dereck sat upon elevated chairs that had clearly been prepared for distinguished guests. In front of them stood Chris, the newly appointed City Lord, accompanied by several senior officials of the city administration. Every one of them maintained a respectful bow, their expressions tense and cautious.
Unlike Chris, who managed to keep his composure, the other elders were visibly nervous. Sweat rolled down their foreheads despite the cool temperature inside the hall, and their stiff postures betrayed the pressure they felt in the presence of two of the newly established empire's most influential figures.
"My lord, please forgive us for not preparing a more suitable welcome," Chris spoke carefully, gathering his courage before continuing.
