Just a minute Later — In the Grand Hall
"O fairy," Robin said, his voice cold and tinged with frustration, "if a high-level request is made to the Chamber of Truth, present it to me directly—or at least forward a copy to my control panel. I have no intention of stepping foot in there again until I've identified the one responsible."
Though a metallic mask concealed his face, the simmering anger in his voice was unmistakable.
"<...Are you certain someone is trying to frame you, Mr. Human?>" the fairy asked hesitantly, trying to force a soft, comforting smile. "
"Don't you dare compare me to the others!"
Robin's eyes flared open, pride radiating from his very core—an ancestral pride that seemed etched into his very bones.
