As much of a bullshitter as Rael was, he actually didn't lie about the fact that the Duke's pants were on the wrong way.
Yet he only found out after cussing out half of his own envoy, thinking they were gaslighting him.
Still, Rael could only scoff at his behavior.
An entitled noble. Why exactly did Halemire send such an idiot? Rael pondered as he led them to some random guest room.
There were a few people already inside, but he told them to kindly get out, then seated the Yrgon envoys around a round table, and of course, Aria too.
Despite their grand entrance, there were only five of them, with Duke Lorox allegedly being the head of the whole envoy.
However, Rael had followed a certain tradition for a long time.
And that was to simply sit in silence for a single minute and observe the body language of all the people present.
Negotiation authority goes to... Rael's gaze slowly darted Between everyone present, until eventually, it landed on an ordinary-looking man.
