Nozel didn't bother with the people's reactions and handed the bloodied dagger to Mr. Locke.
Leo's face twisted with anger as he lunged toward Nozel, his expression promising vengeance.
His hand curled into a fist, but before it could connect with Nozel's face, it was caught midair. Nozel seized his fist, then twisted Leo's arm, making him yelp in pain.
Meanwhile, Mr. Locke examined Leo's blood alongside the sample he had taken from Charity.
Seeing how everything unfolded, Anelle left the hall, her face etched with disappointment and shame, as if she already knew what the outcome would be even before she walked away.
"Get off me, you son of the devil!" Leo cursed as Nozel twisted both his arms behind his back with one hand.
Seeing how no one dared to help Leo or criticize Nozel's actions, Elain recalled hearing the name.
Nozel Creed… that was him. He was the royal army's strategist, a pillar of the empire.
No wonder no one dared to meddle.
