The Grand MasterEP 14

The Grand Master Betrayal Unfolds in Courtroom Chaos

The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to slice with the axe mounted on the wall behind Louis. He sits there, white shirt slightly rumpled, beige trousers creased from sitting too long, looking like a man who just realized the game he thought he was playing has been rigged from the start. His lips are parted, eyes wide—not with fear, but with the dawning horror of being outmaneuvered by people he trusted. Or maybe people he never really knew at all. Across from him stands the bald man in black, gold chains glinting under the warm candlelight, voice booming like a gavel slamming down. He's not just accusing—he's performing. Every gesture is theatrical, every word chosen for maximum impact.