The throne room felt colder than before.
Not physically.
But in the way people looked at her.
Liora walked beside Cairis in silence.
Every step echoed.
Every gaze followed.
No whispers this time.
No quiet judgment.
Just open certainty.
They had already decided.
This meeting—
Was just a formality.
The court was full again.
Every noble present.
Every seat occupied.
Even the ones who had stayed silent before.
Now—
They all had something to say.
Liora stopped at the center of the chamber.
Cairis stood beside her.
Unmoving.
Unyielding.
The Demon King sat above them.
Silent.
Watching.
Waiting.
But this time—
There was no patience in the room.
The moment they arrived—
A voice cut through the silence.
"We cannot delay this any longer."
The same nobleman stepped forward.
No hesitation.
No restraint.
"The attack confirms everything we feared."
Murmurs of agreement followed immediately.
"She is unstable."
"She attracts danger."
"She cannot be controlled."
