Beside the throne sat an old man dressed in royal robes. His aura was restrained, yet every single person inside the room unconsciously avoided meeting his eyes for too long.
The former king of the Lionheart Kingdom.
Although he had only recently stepped down from the throne, no one within the kingdom dared ignore his presence. In many ways, his influence remained just as terrifying as before.
On both sides of the meeting hall sat the kingdom's highest-ranking officials, nobles, generals, and powerful supernaturals.
Mage Lian could naturally be seen seated toward the far left side of the chamber. The old mage's face looked unusually pale today.
In truth, it was the same for everyone else within the meeting room because every single person present understood the same thing.
The Lionheart Kingdom had stepped into dangerous waters. Very dangerous waters.
Directly at the center of the hall, standing beneath countless gazes, were three trembling figures.
The Ninth Prince.
