How much time had passed since the banquet began?
Measured by the clock, a fair amount had gone by, yet unlike the time that had flowed, the conversation had scarcely progressed.
Most kept to silence, or were markedly reluctant to speak up.
There was plenty to be said, but the reason they couldn’t bring themselves to say it—
part of it might have been a battle of wills,
but in the end, it was also because of the host of this banquet.
Crrrkkkk.
Wolya’s ruler—Yusa—was letting his presence swell to the utmost, pressing down on the surroundings.
He claimed it wasn’t intentional, but with feral eyes Yusa sat with one leg up on the tabletop.
Skrrrk—!
Space warped under the pressure spilling off him. In the midst of it, as if blind to such things, Yusa merely gnawed his fingernails between his teeth.
After he’d sat there a long while, doing nothing but exuding that aura,
as if he had concluded his deliberation, he opened his mouth with those savage eyes.
“White.”
“…!”
At Yusa’s call, the White Chief…