Chapter 441: The Weight of Self-Doubt

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** Maintaining order amidst the chaos was an exercise in futility. Despite the president blending into the crowd and ceasing to speak after dropping the devastating news, the fury and terror of the masses had been ignited to their fullest extent. Any attempt to restrain them would be perceived as an act of surrender, a tacit admission of abandonment by the high and mighty nobles who were presumed to be fleeing for their lives. The overwhelming scene brought with it an unshakable fatigue, a profound weariness that I had never felt before. Despair crept into my heart, not because of the formidable power of Leviathan, who could move mountains and stir the seas, but due to the unfathomable depth of her cunning mind. Was this all part of her plan from the beginning? The chaos engulfing us felt disturbingly logical. People were lashing out, blaming the government for eroding their trust, accusing the legitimate heir of dismantling the people's faith in the royal family