The silence in the guild hall was so thick every heartbeat could be heard.
No one moved. No one spoke. Airi blinked slowly, her arms still folded as her eyes shifted to the figure who had just spoken.
Bel stood behind them, relaxed, his hands crossed behind his back, lips curled into a faint smirk.
"Oh, don't stop, by all means," he said lightly. "A man like that isn't worth restraining on the words. Don't we have every reason to just burry him?"
No one laughed.
He took a step forward, and the room tensed. Eyes looked away, chairs creaked. Even the background noise of the guild seemed to hush.
Bel tilted his head.
"A disaster? A pain in the ass? You forgot 'narcissistic monster' and 'arrogant freak.' I mean, to be fair, there's so much more words in the glossary, but I've lived such a long life that I couldn't remember all of them."
Ronan stared at the table. Arkel clenched his jaw. Crest lowered his eyes. Cassandra opened her mouth, hesitated.
