Chapter 412

"She had shown us her inhumanness when she had defied our Queen’s imprisoning ball, remember? So, that isn’t new. If that is all you got, then it proves nothing. There is no way we are giving Casper Zent, a warrior’s burial.” An elder stated smoothly, without mincing words. He was among the people that were in vehement support of just throwing Casper’s body into the body. He also didn’t believe that Emma was the chosen one. She was too rude for his liking. He would have preferred someone else; actually believed that there was someone else.

There was a bit of silence after his recitation. Prescott glared at him, wishing to drag him by his white overflowing beard out of the room. So much foolishness for an elder. He thought, looking sideways, letting his eyes rest on Queen Zipfarah who seemed to be torn in some way. Her eyebrows were squinching at intervals, and she kept pulling in and out her lips.

He knew she wanted to make a huge decision, one that would damn any conseq