Meanwhile.
Inside the main hall of the Mathrias estate.
Garius sat in a chair with Francesca beside him.
Rolland and Sylvia knelt before them, along with their high-ranking officials and the butler.
Alf and Erinette stood nearby, flanked by several battle maids and Armand elite guards surrounding the area.
"So…" Garius narrowed his eyes at Rolland. "Tell me, Rolland…"
Rolland fell silent.
"Why did you only tell me about Gracelle's condition at the last minute?" Garius asked, his voice stern and unwavering.
Rolland was about to speak when Garius's aura flared, making the air in the room feel heavy and oppressive.
"Don't tell me you're going to say you didn't want to trouble me." Garius's tone sharpened. "Aren't we friends? Friends shouldn't keep secrets like this from each other, especially in matters like this.
Rolland fell silent again, unable to form any words.
Francesca's eyes turned serious as she glared calmly at Sylvia.
"Now, Sylvia."
