An eerie silence hung in the air, which was soon interrupted by a few rulers raising their hands.
It started with Nyzzara, who eagerly raised her hand and stared at Rael with a faint smile.
Then, it was Halemire, who raised his hand confidently.
"I believe this is long overdue," Halemire commented. "They were supposed to become a country back when the tyrant was still alive."
Yet no one replied to him, and as it stood, only Ogarak and Yrgon supported them.
Rael sighed, clenching his fists. He had expected this. The deal was a gamble, and the Holy Kingdom clearly wasn't playing.
It seemed like his options were limited now, and he could only resort to one final thing to ensure this all worked out in the end.
Will I have to control their minds? Drivania could work—
He halted, staring at one person in particular who suddenly raised their hand.
It was the ruler of the Demonic Lands, Lilith. Her black hair fluttered in the breeze, her red eyes gleaming with dangerous charm.
