"What?"
"A king?"
"..."
After Lake spoke, the dozen or so Midgardians who had followed their Council President out from underground froze in shock.
Hill appeared beside Lake and sat upon the phoenix throne symbolizing the Queen of Midgard. At the same time, her complete control over the Midgard database was revealed.
The dozen or so Midgardians looked at one another.
After a moment of silence, Council President Brook said directly, "The age of kings has already pas—"
Boom!
"Brook!"
"Council President!"
Before Brook could finish, a wave of pressure descended upon him, instantly suppressing him and blasting him deep into the ground with a thunderous boom.
Delia could not help crying out.
Seeing this, the dozen or so Midgardians shouted even louder. If they had not also been rendered immobile in that instant, they would probably have already opened fire on Lake.
Lake narrowed his eyes. Sitting upon the throne, he stared indifferently at the suppressed Council President Brook. "Democracy? What a joke. If I had not come, you could do whatever you wanted. But now that I am here, you may oppose what I say—oppose it in your heart. I will ask only one thing: Do you... intend to betray Midgard?"
If Brook dared say yes, or even nod.
Lake would dare chop him to pieces.
After all, the Immortal Battleship contained the genetic data of countless Midgardians. To Lake, whether the people of this world were present or not was not a major issue.
Lake's purpose in coming here had always been clear. Mainly, Hill and Andy wanted to come and take a look, seeking an answer.
Therefore...
Lake had come.
After learning about the social structure of the Midgardians here from Council President Brook's mind, Lake understood it.
A council system.
But seriously?
There were only