Within the vast palace, it was deathly silent at this moment, sparse silhouettes, a flicker of torchlight on the high walls flanking the red carpet illuminated Cezar's face.
He cast his gaze downward, his eyes vacantly fixed on Cosimo, Lorenzo, and Carolina who were kneeling on the ground.
The three were exceptionally wretched at this moment, gagged with cloth, chained up, bound in front of the throne they had dreamed of, resembling a group of livestock awaiting slaughter rather than dignified nobles.
Urushibara Osamu stood at the palace's entrance with arms folded, silently observing Cezar's back, then breaking the silence after a moment.
He slowly said, "Then as agreed, we will accept the treasury of the Whale Royal Court."
"No problem."
Cezar spoke without turning his head, his face still expressionless.
Urushibara Osamu lingered no longer, retreating into the shadow, his form then scattering like crow feathers.
