In the Kingdom of Skelly, inside the Administrative Hall of the royal palace in Skelly City, the king of the Kingdom of Skelly stared at the urgent letter delivered by his attendants, his face filled with disbelief.
"He really is a madman!"
After seeing what Damian Bria, king of the Parambria Kingdom, had done, the joy he had felt from the intelligence Sigmund had brought back was gone.
With this one move, that madman had put him in an extremely passive position.
"Guards."
Outside the hall, two guards heard him and quickly entered. They dropped to one knee and waited for his command.
"Go and invite Minister Obed and Marshal Valosa here."
"Yes."
Looking down at the letter in his hand, the king of the Kingdom of Skelly unconsciously tightened his grip.
If he could, he truly wanted to face that madman as an opponent.
If he had a choice, he wished he had never been born in this era.
"That madman... I have no idea how those bastards in the Holy Blood Church let him become king."
Before long, two figures descended from the sky and landed outside the Administrative Hall.
Hearing the commotion outside, the king of the Kingdom of Skelly reined in the savage expression on his face and returned to a calm demeanor. He raised a hand to straighten his clothes, then sat upright on the throne, waiting to receive his two most trusted ministers.
After entering the hall, Obed Strom and Valosa Moros stood side by side, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty!"
"Please come forward, both of you."
Hearing this, the two straightened up, exchanged a glance, then walked up the steps.
The king of the Kingdom of Skelly pointed to the chairs on either side of the desk and said, "Please sit."
After thanking