Chapter 395: Game Over

The air thickened. The kind of silence that feels like it’s listening. Watching.

His words were a match, and suspicion was the wildfire.

Whispers bloomed instantly across the chamber like creeping vines.

“Wait… I forgot about the broken engagement,” someone muttered under their breath.

“Could this be personal for Vladimir?”

“But he said it was about justice…”

“Funny how now he suddenly cares so much about King Ikechukwu.”

And outside, online, in the streets, in marketplaces, the gossip was already spreading like smoke on the wind.

#JusticeOrRevenge

#WhatIsKingVladimirHiding

“Why now?”

“Since when was he close to the late king?”

“King Vladimir is too calculated for this to be pure justice.”

Among the guests and online, foreign diplomats and nobles were already exchanging theories.

“He never got over that brokem marriage alliance with Lionara to begin with,” whispered one minister.

“Maybe he’s trying to isolate Lionara … weaken them politically by rubbing dirt on their new king,” suggested another.

Even among Vladimir’s own court, glances grew colder, more curious. Doubt crept in, slow but relentless.

control. Yet even the most

And Somto knew it.

the more he pulled, the more

under the rising sun. He took a measured breath,

clear across the chamber, “but where was your justice

routes were under attack and you stood silent,

barely, but it was

charged with the kind of righteous fury that grips an entire room. “You were

Why speak now, when it costs him nothing,

Whispers swelled into murmurs.

hand for

“This feels… staged.”

stood and cleared his throat. “With all due respect, King Vladimir… if your motives are truly pure, why

Vladimir started, but the words felt like dry

Somto wasn’t finished.

“Whether you believe me or not, you all know the truth: Lionara has power, alliances, and memory. And those who spit in our face now… might just find their own kingdoms

icy, suffocating

cautious. No one wanted to back him now. No one would risk Lionara’s

ever so slightly. The air of command around him cracked like old

“I only wanted—”

firm. “You used my father’s death as a mask for your pride. But the mask is slipping, King

blow had

had retreated into silence, and his

opened his mouth… and closed it

barely audible

A disgraceful silence followed.

kind of silence that marks the end of

silence faded, Somto

his voice low but

the light. A hush

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