"What proof is there that these claims are not manufactured? What if this list is just made up by collecting the people who had died before sixteen years ago from the noble houses? House Ashstone has every reason to discredit the former emperor," someone claimed.
The court stirred with uncertain murmurs.
Vyan, who had remained quiet for longer than usual, finally took a step forward, his wine-red eyes gleaming under the chandelier lights. He tilted his head, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
"Ah, yes," he drawled, "I did say I'd show you a glimpse of the past, didn't I?" He pulled off one of his gloves and revealed an artifact that he took out of his pocket. He nestled it in the center of his palm. It was small, circular, made of pale crystal and old gold. It was humming faintly with arcane power.
Before anyone could even voice their doubts, Vyan was already a step ahead.
