Royal palace

Hmm!

The heavy door closed, giving Brawen an equally heavy feeling.

The inside of the courthouse was full of people, some dressed in aristocratic clothes, some wearing the uniform of the Vampire Knight council, splendid in every detail. They sat in the upper row of chairs, looking down like they were going to watch football.

The tail of the black skirt lightly glided on the floor, the peacock feather swayed slightly with each step. Brawen walked over to the chair for the interrogator, slowly touched her skirt, sat down, all actions were very natural as if there was no fear at all. But really, the eyes under the sloth plate were clearly a bit afraid to try to hide.

As soon as she looked up at the supreme interrogation chamber, her small eyes fell on Adalwen, who was sitting on a red and gold-encrusted armchair, her right foot resting on her left leg, her hand resting on her chin, her eyes looking down like a man authority is watching a good drama.

It was one of the two chairs reserved