"Your Majesty the Emperor, I demand justice."
The moment those words were spoken, shock rippled through the hall. Almost instinctively, everyone turned to the Singularity of Light, their faces filled with confusion.
Under their collective gaze, the Singularity of Light stepped forward calmly, his hands clasped behind his back.
A powerful aura burst from his body. In an instant, the atmosphere grew oppressive, the air itself seeming to tighten under the weight of his presence.
Ragan frowned. "Of course, Father-in-law. If you seek justice, I will do my best to deliver it."
His tone was calm and measured, but there was a hidden darkness beneath it.
He had expected this old man to make a move—that was why he had remained so alert.
No one dared to speak, not even the three Dukes. Each of them had their own suspicions about the Singularity of Light's intentions and silently waited to see what he would do.
The Singularity of Light offered a faint smile.
