A silence in which seconds felt like minutes.
There was concern on the faces of Teraz Sevec and De Moraf Arcariz; meanwhile, the treasurer looked pensive as he calculated the potential cost of a war at that moment and whether there were any benefits.
Balac Sevec simply stared intently at his grandson while holding a crystal glass containing a golden liqueur, which he quickly drank.
Mart Sevec looked at them all. He knew that from the moment he defeated his grandfather and claimed the title of marquis, the burden on his shoulders would grow; but he also knew what would happen sooner or later if the demons did not organize themselves into a territory led by a strong ruler who would not tolerate traitors.
"Yes, there may be wars; in fact, it's more realistic to say there will be. So we'll be prepared. I won't back down from this decision," said Mart Sevec with a firm tone and determination in his eyes.
"If you know that, all we can do is support you," said Balac Sevec.
