When his vision cleared, Velin found several people around him staring at him.
Looking more closely, he had even met one of them before.
"Moravia, I was only saying it casually. You actually brought him here." A young man scratched the back of his head and spoke with slight embarrassment.
"You thought I was joking with you?" Duke Moravia sneered. "Leitend, hurry up and bring out the most capable youngster in your family."
"And you lot, don't even think about running. You know the consequences otherwise."
Duke Ister, who had been about to slip away, could only give an awkward smile and sit back down.
If he could have run, he would have done so long ago.
Unfortunately, no matter how fast he flew, he could not escape a long-range teleportation cast with Space Magic.
"You have half an hour. If you don't arrive within half an hour, I'll choose for you."
"Fine."
"I understand."
"The outcome is already decided, but..." Meeting that unquestionable gaze, Duke Liman surrendered at lightning speed. "I agree."
"Same here."
"Forget it. Consider it a donation. It's not like I haven't given things away before."
"You know me. I always go with the crowd, so I have no objections."
Once the spatial seal was lifted, the six dukes departed one after another.
Before long, only Duke Moravia and Velin remained in the hall.
"Grandfather, what did you bet?"
"Nothing much. I merely set a trap for them and made them cough up a few things to support your war."
Seeing the kindly expression on his grandfather's face, Velin could not help feeling uneasy.
If nothing unexpected happened, a trap was most likely waiting for him.
"I'm helping you secure war supplies, and this is how you look at me?"
Hearing him refer to himself that