The hall went into an uproar, whispers and murmur, and accusation gazes falling on the Marquis. It was so much, the confusion, the roundabout confession, and the weight of the sin of a father ordering an assassin to kill his son.
"Anyone who wants to use the chaos from my death to strip the Duke of his title and make the plot of rebellion seem like a reality."
The judge cleared his throat and then beat his gavel, the sound ringing like a gunshot.
"Order! Order!"
It took a while for the hall to quiet down, and Julian remained still, feeling no pressure. This felt like one of those times where the Board of Education called a one-on-one meeting with each teacher, asking them about the happenings of the school. It was just to hear their opinion, but it felt very much like an interrogation.
