Those words felt like someone choking me out. I tried to fight back against the creator of Edmunston and the Dragon Witch, but the words weren’t coming out of me.
Before I could even muster up any kind of response, I heard a knocking on my door.
“Your honor, are you doing alright?” That was a voice from one of my interns from the other side of the door.
I cleared my throat before answering her.
“Yes, sorry. I was just on the phone with someone important.”
I’m glad no one saw that, but it felt like Sylvester came back from the dead. I couldn’t lie about that.
This was just too much.
I never was anything like Valor.
I never committed genocide or exiled anyone out of Hollandus Landing in my life.
How could he accuse me of being like the villain?