"...Professor Robin," the dark-skinned planetary emperor finally leaned back in his seat, his posture heavy with disbelief. His head tilted upward, eyes narrowing in wary astonishment as he exhaled through his nose. "Do you truly realize what you're saying right now?"
He raised a hand, as though to steady himself from the absurdity of what he had just heard. "A billion Pearls every thousand years? Do you mean to tell us that you can swear upon such a promise?"
Another emperor slammed his palm against the table. "You'll supply the Wings with The Note Fleets, entire squadrons of the blue-armored legions, for free? That's the kind of wealth that can sustain an empire for an age!"
"And we can join your Grave Empire fully—then withdraw again after ten thousand years, taking our fleets and territories with us? How can something like that even be enforced? All of this... just for those who agree to become Wings?!"
PAA!
