Afterward, Zalario hesitated no longer and directly sealed his ears with magicules, focusing wholeheartedly on what Feldway, Michael, and the others had said during the meeting.
Deaf to all outside matters, he minded only his own business.
Seeing the one who had started the discussion retreat, Krin was speechless.
Wasn't it you who asked first?!
Why did you just back out like that?
You're putting me in a very awkward position, Lord Zalario!
Fine. I'm out too!
Too lazy to investigate any further, Krin voiced his suggestion to Obera before returning to Zalario's side.
Then, like Zalario, he sealed his ears with magicules and stopped paying attention to outside matters.
Seeing that Krin and Zalario were no longer pursuing the matter, Obera secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, what she was doing now was no different from dancing on a tightrope or walking across a thin pancake. One wrong step, and everything would be lost!
If things went badly enough, she might even bring catastrophic disaster upon her subordinates.
But Obera would not give up.
After all, Pico and Garasha possessed combat power that was nearly impossible to find anywhere in the world!
If they had merely been ordinary Seraphim, Obera would never have gone to such lengths to win them over!
But Pico and Garasha stood alongside her, Zalario, and the others as members of the Primordial Seven Angels!
They were seven beings standing at the Pinnacle of the Pyramid among angels.
They were beings on par with the Primordial Seven Demons.
Unlike other angels, there were only seven Origin Angels, and there would only ever be seven!
There would be no replacements.
Moreover, every Origin Angel had a trump card of their own.
While Obera was deep in thought, Pico, one of the victims, broke free