At the time, the Vellmoria Empire had just suffered a devastating earthquake, which caused severe damage across much of the kingdom.
If they went to war with the beastkin in such a fragile state, the Empire could collapse entirely.
Thatās why, in the end, the Emperor reluctantly agreed to Edmundās terms.
"I honestly think your sonās execution was far too merciful," Primrose said quietly, her tone cold.
"Yes, he and his friends were tied under the blazing sun while the beastkin stoned them to death with small rocks, but ... donāt you think they deserved worse?"
She looked straight at Silas. "They shouldāve suffered. They shouldāve been broken so badly they lost everything, even their minds."
"Your son tortured and took Ceciliaās life," Primrose said, her voice calm but firm. "So of course, the universe returned that pain to him. An eye for an eye, a life for a life. Thatās how the world keeps things in balance. You have no right to hate the beastkin when justice has already been served."
For the first time in her life, Primrose felt deeply ashamed and disgusted by her own kind. Humans had a tendency to destroy everything they saw as a threat, often choosing to eliminate it rather than trying to understand their differences.
Even the Emperor only agreed to Edmundās request because his empire was on the brink of collapse, not because he felt guilty or had any sense of responsibility for what his people had done.
[Nonsense,] Silas sneered in his mind. [Beasts are just animals. Why should I feel sorry for them?]
Ah, like father, like son.
No wonder Elias had turned out so rotten.
But in a way, it was a blessing Silas was just as awful because it made things easier for Primrose. She wouldnāt feel the slightest bit of guilt when she finally ended his life.
[This bitch ... this traitor ...] Silasās thoughts grew darker. [Sheāll probably be discarded or treated like garbage too if she didnāt have that pretty face.]
"Your Majesty, you should leave this place now," one of the soldiers said carefully. "Iām afraid this pest might try something dangerous."
The sand in the hourglass had run out long ago, yet the soldiers hadnāt removed Silas from the greenhouse because they were still confused by the situation playing out before their eyes.
Silas looked harmless enough, so they decided to give Primrose more time to speak with him.
It made her wonder, had Edmund really told them to act strict and cold around her? Or had he just been bluffing?
But no. Knowing Edmund, he meant every word. Maybe the soldiers simply couldnāt bring themselves to treat her harshly.
Every time they saw her in that wheelchair, looking pale and tired, something inside them softened.
Her condition was so pitiful that they were willing to accept punishment for disobeying their king if it meant not upsetting their poor queen.
That ... that was kind of sweet.
Maybe the way she had boldly stood up for the beastkin had earned even more of their respect and admiration.
Still, it looked like they sensed something off about Silas because they didnāt want Primrose to be near him any longer.
When she didnāt immediately respond to their warning, they stepped into the greenhouse and stood right beside her, and that decision proved to be the right one.
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