"It's late, let's sleep."
"When you wake up tomorrow... everything will be fine."
"No one can disrupt the peace of this world."
His voice was slightly hoarse.
The door closed.
It sealed a room of silence, as if it also isolated the once ordinary and peaceful times of tranquility.
The entire palace was torn apart that night by the slaughter and power struggle that lasted three days.
The thunderstorm also lasted for three whole days.
After three days, the blood throughout the palace was washed away by the rain.
And then...
He knelt at the penalty platform in front of the Empty Court, to the left were all the Wizards of the Witch Spirit Court, to the right were the entire court's bureaucrats, and the surviving Royal Descendants.
The Wizards on the left were rather quiet, and the people on the right were also very dead silent.
No one knew the specifics of that night.
But someone must be held accountable.
He saw the person in red.
