Lutina took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"The Sun is the true culprit that leads the world to its end!"
Her voice wasn't loud, yet it echoed through every corner of the grand banquet hall.
The music had already stopped.
The court musicians fell fearfully from their chairs, trembling uncontrollably, while the attendants and ordinary stewards felt the atmosphere turn exceptionally cold in an instant, their limbs involuntarily stiff and numb.
The guests remained silent, and for a moment, the scene was eerily quiet.
Prince Dazlert's face was ashen as he slowly stood up, his hand tightly gripping the Cross Sword, pointing it directly at Lutina.
"You are treading a path to your own death, Lutina... Even if I do not kill you, Father King will not let you step half a foot outside of Bixie Crost,"
"Let's see about that."
Lutina said indifferently, slightly tilting her fair chin upwards.
