Chapter 52
Author: Rick A
last update2026-09-14 15:00:14

The silver tray slipped from Freecs’s fingers, clattering loudly against the polished marble floor. Crystal shards exploded in every direction, sending expensive champagne splashing across the silk shoes of nearby courtiers.

Panic rippled through the ballroom like wind across a dry field. High-born ladies shrieked, clutching their diamond necklaces and scattering away from the sudden violence.

The magistrate lunged forward, drawing a slender dueling sword from a velvet-lined scabbard. The blade
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