Westheid's knees bent shockingly fast; he knelt almost as soon as the words left his mouth.
One knee resting on the high platform, one hand leaning on [Shadow-Born]—if this were a knight swearing an oath to their monarch, the posture couldn't have been more perfect.
"Brother?! What are you doing, Brother?!"
Yolanda, standing beside him, looked ready to breathe fire. She rushed over to try and pull Westheid up, but couldn't budge him.
"How can you kneel before your own people?!"
It wasn't just Yolanda who was bewildered by Westheid's actions. The Qinghui People present were also dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at their Lord, now on his knees on the high platform.
"!!!"
Witnessing this, Roy was utterly flabbergasted. He began pushing his way through the crowd to get closer to the front.
Westheid waved Yolanda aside, and the platinum-blonde girl's fairy-like beauty twisted in anger.
