"Followers?"
Contrary to every expectation, no anger erupted among the audience — instead, faint smiles spread across several faces, and a few even chuckled in disbelief.
"You want us as followers?"
"Of course, of course!" one of them sneered mockingly, bowing his head with exaggerated politeness. "Shall I warm your feet for you, my lord? Hehe!"
Another joined in, voice dripping with sarcasm, "Hehe, hey sir, shall I brew you a cup of coffee while you command the universe?"
"..."
The five emperors — the true figures of authority seated in the center — did not laugh. They focused their gazes on Robin with visible confusion and growing intrigue.
Words like these... were not something an ordinary man, let alone a sane one, would utter in such a place.
"Alright, alright~" Robin finally waved his hand a few times, smiling faintly as he gestured for silence.
"I'll tell you what I have to say, and then you can decide for yourselves."
