Sunny stared at the three villagers kneeling before him and the three sneering uncles standing nearby. Their performance was flawed, their lies transparent.
'If they want to play, let's play the game on my terms.' He thought, his expression remaining perfectly calm.
"My mercenaries are meticulous and highly trained. They don't make mistakes," Sunny stated, his voice carrying clearly through the now-silent hall. "Are you absolutely certain the people who poisoned your land were my subordinates?"
"Yes! Their leader's name was Elara!" the farmer woman yelled, pointing toward Elara's table.
Murmurs immediately erupted among the nobles.
"Huh? Elara? Isn't that the name of that wicked woman who used to run a smuggling guild?"
"Yes, she is ruthless."
"But I thought the King changed her?"
"We can never tell... They are so unpredictable."
