Bab 1766: Despairing Reality

The most silent out of all the seven royal factions was, undoubtedly, the Raijun Faction.

Prince Raijun sat at the head of the table, listless.

His eyes were depressed.

His demeanor was soulless.

He glanced around the weakly. "…Have they yet to come? Perhaps they're delayed…"

A weak laugh escaped his mouth.

He had called for a meeting, but a whopping sixty percent of his most invested stakeholders and patrons had chosen to skip it.

Not a single one of the members of the Martial Union had chosen to participate.

When he left the Kandrian Throne Hall two hours prior, he had been extremely determined.

He had been incredibly resolved.

He would not allow the damage to grow too far. He immediately called for a meeting with all his patrons to reaffirm his intention to dedicate his heart and soul to becoming Emperor and turning Kandria into a Martial Supremacist nation.