"Commander Oscar Verthos is entering the hall!" A soldier announced and gave a salute as they opened the huge gate.
The nobles were standing at the sides of the hall as they observed Oscar carefully. Even without looking at their expression, Oscar knew they were wary of him. In the end, he possessed a powerful weapon that could overturn the kingdom.
However, Oscar could only remain calm.
Oscar silently walked toward the king before falling to one knee.
The king, accompanied by Duke Raymond, stared at him for a few seconds without saying anything.
Normally, it would be a joyous occasion, but it felt like a public execution instead.
The marshal had to step forth as if trying to protect the king, considering he was the only person who could rival Oscar's strength.
The king stood up and said, "It's been a while, Commander Oscar."
"Yes, Your Majesty. I'm glad that you are doing fine." Oscar replied politely.
