The Other Races Could No Longer Sit Still

Time flew by, and before they knew it, August 15 had arrived.

Only five days remained until the Human Alliance conference convened by the Arcane Empire.

Meanwhile, the Department of Diplomacy of the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom had already made it clear that Roland, the king, would personally attend this session of the Human Alliance conference and hold friendly exchanges with all human factions.

Once this news spread, the other races clearly grew anxious. Not only did Seraphina leave the Elf Empire once again and secretly head north, but Zarick also slipped into Highland City.

For this reason, Roland, who had originally planned to join forces with Augustin and depart for the former capital of the Flame Kingdom, had no choice but to cancel today's trip and receive Zarick and Elf Empress Seraphina in the royal palace.

Inside a luxurious reception room adorned with precious antique ornaments.

On the two rows of soft sofas in the center, Roland sat by the window on the left, with Leslie and Reff, the directors of the two departments, seated beside him.

Across from him sat a burly, naked man with a head full of red hair.

Beside him was an elven woman of peerless beauty and ethereal bearing.

Although this was Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom territory, Roland did not put on airs. Instead, he was the first to break the silence and asked kindly,

"I wonder why the two of you have suddenly come calling today?"

"Roland, we're all smart people. Do you really not know why we're here?"

"Please speak plainly, Empress Seraphina. I truly don't understand."

Seraphina gritted her teeth. Looking at Roland's smiling expression, she wanted nothing more than to smash that barely handsome face of his.

He was obviously doing it on purpose, forcing her to take the initiative in proposing