Duke Diaz was dressed in the deep-patterned robe of the Inspectorate, with a sullen expression.
His family's hereditary rights were still in the hands of the Royal Family, and he had to keep a close watch, no matter which way the wind blew.
The representative of the Holden family looked as withered as a piece of half-dead wood.
With a huge old debt owed to the treasury, they faced a dead end if they did not attend, and so they could only grit their teeth and sit at this table, symbolizing the power of the Empire.
The representative of the Beres family continuously rubbed his cuff, his face full of hesitation.
They were the most typical fence-sitters; whichever way the wind blew, there their knees would bend.
Now he appeared here, only because the trend seemed to favor the Fourth Prince.
