"Does that mean I'm a member of the Imperial Council now?" Ang suddenly turned to look at Lorraine beside him. His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight.
Lorraine immediately bent at the waist, his expression respectful. "Of course. Anyone who becomes a Legendary expert or a Grand Archmage immediately becomes a councilor of the Imperial Council. Those are rules personally established by His Majesty."
Ang casually chose a seat and sat down. His gaze fell upon the ring of empty chairs around the long table, his expression indifferent. "Then tell me, what are the Imperial Council's responsibilities?"
Lorraine's heart tightened, and he hurriedly nodded as he organized his thoughts.
But before he could speak, he suddenly saw Ang glance at him, as though hinting at something.
Lorraine hesitated for a moment and was about to begin despite himself when Ang lightly moved a finger, and a spell silently surged forth.
With a soft boom, a stone chair abruptly rose from the empty floor before Lorraine. Its surface patterns were clear, and it even carried a faint warmth.
"Sit and speak." Ang raised a hand and pointed at the stone chair.
Lorraine froze for a moment, feeling flattered beyond measure. He hurriedly bowed. "Thank you, Count Ang!" Then he gingerly sat down on the stone chair.
"The Imperial Council's primary responsibilities can be divided into two points," Lorraine said without daring to delay. "First, carrying out strategic operations on the God-Demon Battlefield. Second, overseeing the smooth progress of the Empire's Plane Wars."
Ang raised a brow, smiling faintly. "Just those two?"
"Yes." Lorraine nodded solemnly. "For Legendary experts and Archmages, these are already the highest responsibilities within the Empire's power structure."
"Besides... once these experts reach such a realm, what they seek is no longer the same as ordinary