"Heinz, Lancelot... report."
Heinz's voice carried the weight of authority, crisp and unyielding, the moment he settled into his seat.
Lucius moved first, closing the door behind them with a quiet click. The room felt smaller in an instant, the air heavier. Florian watched as both men stepped forward, their postures straight, rigid, standing in front of Heinz's desk like soldiers awaiting judgment.
Florian's gaze flickered downward—Cashew was still at his side, watching just as intently.
The boy didn't fidget, didn't waver.
He was waiting.
Florian hesitated. 'Should he even be here for this?'
But Heinz allowed it. And if Heinz allowed it, there was little room to question.
Lancelot was the first to speak. His voice was firm, steady, carrying the practiced certainty of a knight giving his report.
