Footsteps could be heard heading somewhere, and one of those footsteps belonged to Alex.
His steps stopped when he saw the hall in front of him. A chandelier shone beautifully with its classic ornamental style. Dozens of people dressed in black moved about inside the hall, most of them heading toward one side of the wall.
Because there, a large table stood majestically, and on top of it were neatly arranged dozens of photos of the servants who had become victims. Incense smoke perfumed anyone who approached, its scent mixing with the fresh aroma of hundreds of white chrysanthemum stalks.
Alex massaged his neck, which still felt sore. The bandages were still visible beneath his black shirt, and his black coat swayed as he moved.
A woman dressed in black approached him, her voice soft amid the crowd as she extended her hand.
"Sir Alex… let me take your coat. His Majesty the King and Queen are also waiting."
Alex nodded, removed his black coat, and handed it to the maid.
