The Banquet of Silence

How much time had passed since the banquet began?

By the clock, quite a bit.

Yet despite the passing hours, very little conversation had taken place.

Most remained silent.

Even those who did speak did so sparingly.

It wasn’t as if they lacked things to say—

But none dared to say them.

Perhaps it was due to the underlying power struggles between them.

Or perhaps—

It was because of the man hosting this banquet.

—Krrrrrk.

The ruler of Yahwol, Yusa, radiated a suffocating presence.

Even if he hadn’t intended to, the sheer weight of his aura bore down on the room like a crushing force.

Seated at the head of the table, his feral eyes gleamed in the dim light.

One leg rested atop the table—

A posture so insolent, so openly disrespectful, that not a single person in the room would have tolerated it from anyone else.@@novelbin@@

And yet—

Not a single one of them had the spine to call him out.

—Creak.

The very space warped under the weight of his presence.

Yet Yusa, oblivious or simply uncaring, merely gnawed absentmindedly at his fingernails.

He sat in silence for a long while, exuding nothing but raw, oppressive pressure.

Then—

He finally made a decision.

His wild eyes narrowed.

"White."

"…!"

The White Clan’s leader flinched.

"…Yes…?"

His voice was stiff with tension as he answered.

Yusa’s gaze turned to him—piercing, unrelenting.

His pupils were slit like a beast’s.

And within them—

A monster lurked.

Gulp.

One wrong move—one wrong word—

And he would be devoured.

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