Kapitel 2099: Prospects of War

The rest of the Martial Sages were not keen on watching in silence as the mother-in-law and son-in-law bickered.

"Enough." Sage Lemolen snorted. "What is this, a comedy routine? Do you know who we are?"

His eyes narrowed. 

"We are the Sage Council."

Emperor Rael directed his gaze to the displeased assassin.

"We are the Martial Union," Sage Lemolen asserted.

"…As wound up as always, Lemolen." Emperor Rael smiled. "It would behoove you to remember that we are on the same side. This was true more than three hundred years ago when I convinced all of you to create a union for Martial Artists. It was true when the powers of East Panama sought to crush us, and…"

His gaze grew sharper. "…it will be true when they inevitably do it again."