"Your Highness Phyllis, I heard you wanted to see me?"
Although Francis was curious, he still came over from another private room at SOSO—the waiter had already made it clear that this would be a private, one-on-one conversation.
He left Carl and Muse outside the room.
Of course, Francis also saw Allen, who had been waiting outside the door for some time. He was an attendant the Fourth Princess had trained since childhood; in fact, Francis already had a dossier on Allen on his desk.
Naturally, Francis had good reason to dare attend the meeting alone. Besides the many top-tier treasures he carried that could protect him from all angles, he also had Carl's predictions of the future as a [Primordial Dark Elf].
His luck today was neither good nor bad. There would merely be a little trouble.
It was little trouble by the standards of someone as prominent as Francis. For an ordinary person, it might well be a catastrophe—perhaps that little trouble would come from the Fourth Princess?
The [Atlantis] Empire was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface. The struggle for imperial power behind the scenes was fierce, and recently, its relationship with the [Mechanical Divine Court] seemed to be deteriorating as well.
With all these thoughts flashing through his mind, Francis took his seat without betraying anything.
Just then, a masked waiter suddenly emerged from behind the screen in the private room.
Francis immediately frowned. "Your Highness Phyllis, what is the meaning of this?"
The secret treasure he carried, the [Stone of the Celestial God], instantly activated as Francis casually studied the approaching waiter.
"Nothing much..." The Fourth Princess's eyes turned empty. "I merely want you to obey..."
Francis's gaze sharpened, but in the next instant, a strange power tore straight through the [Stone