"That was not me. It was Libertus over there who acted on his own."
Talcott turned back and spat out his words.
The military government had collapsed and there was no reason left for him to protect Libertus's mistake.
His hollow face showed no interest in anything anymore. He urged the guards to take him quickly and then went down the slope by himself without looking back.
All eyes in the hall, beginning with the High Priest, now turned to Libertus.
Libertus, who was plain and unremarkable, could not handle the weight of so many stares upon him.
His thin and weak face twisted and he shrank even more, curling his kneeling body as if to hide.
"Will you give us an explanation, Libertus?" the High Priest pressed.
Under the harsh questioning, Libertus shrank even further.
Was this truly the figure of a general who commanded one side of the army?
Roaille could only watch in shock at the pitiful sight.
