"Herbert!!?"
"What are you trying to do!!?"
"Are you crazy?!"
"You!"
"Ahhh!!!"
In what was deemed the most luxurious space in the Frost Crystal Kingdom, death descended.
Someone wailed.
Someone begged for mercy.
Someone cursed.
But the Paladin never stopped his steps.
Not even half a step.
He walked, he judged, he left, leaving behind headless corpses.
Regardless of gender, anyone who had previously shown killing intent towards him met the same fate.
Judgment.
It wasn't difficult.
Judging an evil noble only took three seconds.
"Guards! Where are the guards!!?"
"Princess!?"
"Why are you just watching...?"
"Do you know!?"
In this mad chaos, Philia, the main character of the banquet, stood quietly in place.
No, it's not that she didn't want to stop it, nor did she approve of Herbert's slaughter.
Rather, she simply couldn't move right now!
"Hey, why aren't you moving?"
