Chapitre 191: SEVENTY TWO: A New Voice

"Are you crazy?!"

"Please, Your Highness! Listen to us!"

"Have some sense!"

The group of old corrupt men that made up Mevani's council had gathered in one last attempt to rally their king. Amidst the turmoil outside, they had filed self-importantly into the royal hall as if swaying the King's word was the only aid they could possibly offer in the face of Serin's invasion.

Their young ruler's indifference to their pleas had left them flustered, but still they persisted.

"We have to fight!"

"How could we give up on our country like this?"

Finally, out of the cluster of frantic men, stepped a tall knight with graying red hair and pale drooping eyes.

"Son…"

Sir Arden, who had never before shrunk in the face of danger, took a trembling step toward the King's throne.

".. Sir." Leif addressed him formally, a tiny tremor disrupting his absent gaze.