There were no surprises. Well-prepared, Stark got his wish and ascended to the position of chieftain.
Unfortunately, because of how brazenly it had been handled, this forcefully pushed election could not convince all the Minotaurs.
Especially the chieftains of several major tribes, whose expressions were darker than the last.
For such a straightforward Minotaur to actually produce someone who played schemes and conspiracies was simply...
Dissatisfaction was dissatisfaction, but the election was still legal and valid.
The Minotaur Clan's path toward unification had still taken a major step forward. However, whether Stark could firmly hold onto his position as chieftain would depend on his future performance.
"Chieftain Stark, today is the joyous day of your election.
"You prepared so thoroughly in advance. I presume you must have some truly insightful views on the development of our Minotaur Clan!"
Chieftain Primrose said in a sarcastic tone.
It would have been one thing if he had merely failed to seize the chieftain's position, but he had actually been schemed against by his competitor. Who could swallow that anger?
The result of the chieftain election could not be overturned, but Primrose would be the first to refuse if Stark wanted to sit securely in that position.
Perhaps he had anticipated all this long ago. Faced with this challenge, Stark was not angry at all. Instead, he said with a smile, "My election as chieftain today was entirely due to everyone's support.
"Only after sitting in this position did Stark realize how heavy the responsibility was.
"The Minotaur Clan has been divided for far too long. Reintegrating us will never be accomplished overnight; it requires the joint efforts of all of us.
"Especially since we are still carrying out border defense duties, we need even more unity and sincerity.
"Times have changed.
"The Alpha