Ludovico's powerful words echoed in the meeting room, resonating in the ears of Gaius and the others.
Gaius slightly relaxed his grip on Ludovico's robe collar with his right hand and let go. He sat on the wooden chair, somewhat despondent and dazed.
Ludovico showed no anger, straightened his collar slightly, and glanced at Megan and the others once more.
"Gentlemen, we all believe that Mr. Gaius has done nothing wrong."
"We have no right to mock Mr. Gaius."
"More importantly, don't think that only Mr. Gaius has faced such misconduct."
"Many others present and many free nobles in the city have not been spared from this misfortune!"
Listening to Ludovico's words, the expressions of a few were filled with solemnity.
It seemed as if they were recalling.
Recalling whether their wives and daughters, like Gaius's wife, often went to the Church for evening prayers.
Whether they prayed late into the night or returned home only in the early hours of the next day...
