Chapitre 952: Godly intervention?

The king settled, an audience of said caliber required tact. Those on the receiving end, the royalist faction, else known as the rebellion, knelt in a line, none dared look at the king save Nicola Vonhen Hart. A seething rage drooled. Igna sat back, rose his cold gaze, and paid heed, "-tell me," he thundered, carrying a bellowing impact within the rebellious faction's innards, "-why have thee come?" before were three gentlemen; the center was Nicola, to his right, a man in a butler's outfit, representative of the Goldberg faction as was whispered by Alta, and to the left, an unknown fellow of orangish hair, freckled complexion, long fingers similar to twigs and prominently sharp nose. 

  "Why we are here?" Nicola commented through his gritted teeth, "-the audacity…" his chin lifted to a complete halt by the suddenly present head-maid. News of the guest's arrival had her materialize beside the throne.