Chapter 1775

As Ambrose entered the grand hall, the unfolding scene left him utterly stunned.

Rufus, the Prince of West Lucozia, stood imposingly with hands behind his back, an air of displeasure evident on his face. The princess consort, who stood by his side, wore a stern expression.

Albert, the Executioner, maintained a facade of respect, yet his eyes hinted at a concealed threat.

Jaxon, the captain of the royal guards, positioned his hand on the hilt of his blade, subtly indicating preparedness to draw his weapon.

The most surprising sight was Reuben, kneeling on the ground, wearing a panicked expression and bowing repeatedly—a clear portrayal of impending doom.

"Your Highness!" Ambrose promptly kneeled, saluting respectfully without fully grasping the situation.

Typically, Rufus would allow him to rise immediately, but this time was an exception.

"Mr. Linden, do you understand why I summoned you in the middle of the night?" Rufus began, echoing his earlier opening statement.

"I do no