Chapter 935 – Hell or The Upper Realm
Lux rubbed his forehead. "So the king speaks, some angels panic, some old-order factions probably smell opportunity, and now Celestaria has to keep the building from splitting into camps."
"Basically," Vizreel said.
Celestaria gave him a look.
He shrugged. "He asked."
Lux studied her more carefully now.
The perfect posture.
The calm voice.
The measured eyes.
He had thought she was serious because of Kaelmor. Because of the goddess-power rumor. Because of the council pressure.
It was more than that.
Celestaria was managing fear inside her own house.
External enemies were clean.
Internal fear was mold. Quiet. Spreading behind walls.
"You should have said that earlier," Lux said.
Celestaria looked at him. "In front of the council?"
"Fair."
Vizreel took his tea and drank it like it had personally offended him.
Lux respected that.
