If it weren't for the genuine promotion and ties of blood that San Sebastian City had given them, many people really wouldn't want to come.
San Seva surveyed the quiet atmosphere on site, and felt he now had a good grasp of his own situation.
Then, he said directly: "The reason I called you here is for one thing—support from the Royal Capital is stopping; from now on, every territory will walk its own path."
As soon as he spoke, the scene erupted in an uproar.
"Lord, how can this be?"
"The situation outside is far too difficult."
"Our reserves are insufficient. If we don't get help from the Royal Capital, we..."
As everyone was complaining, San Seva said calmly, "I've already made up my mind. If you feel it's too hard, you can merge your territory into San Sebastian City. In that case, I'd be happy to continue supporting you."
As soon as San Seva finished, the room instantly fell silent.
