The air in the ballroom was thick enough to choke on.
Noah looked around with wide, blinking eyes, his expression the picture of confused innocence.
"Oh, Mr. Kael... you are radiating so much killing intent," Noah said, his voice trembling just a little too perfectly. "What did I do wrong? I just came here to take over the legacy my adoptive father left for me. Is it a crime to come home?"
The room stayed silent.
The imperial elite, generals who had conquered worlds and nobles who had poisoned their own kin for a title, were completely speechless. They looked at Noah as if he were a rare, particularly stupid species of animal.
"Where did this idiot come from?" was the silent question hanging in the air.
Did he truly not understand that he was a rabbit walking into a den of wolves?
