Are They Really That Friendly? (Extra Update Tonight! Thanks to Alliance Leader Prometheus!)
As the meeting ended, the Masked Lords seated around the round table vanished from sight one after another as the mist dispersed.
Just as Leon was about to catch his breath, he noticed that two lords still lingered, unable to leave for a long while.
The council seating was fixed, allowing him to identify every Masked Lord.
He looked at one of them. "What else do you need, Orion Silver Shield?"
The other went straight to the point. "When will Martial Law be lifted?"
"After the next round of Spear Tax collection is complete."
"My daughter is still being held outside the city."
"We all know the orcs will not attack this city. Even if she is outside Dragon Gold City, she is perfectly safe. You can rest assured."
"No, I simply haven't seen her in a long time. Let her in."
"Then Martial Law would become nothing but empty words."
"If you could allow Melard Barry through the city gates, then my daughter must be entitled to the same privilege."
"I did not 'allow' him in. Night Wind—"
Leon snorted coldly. After that lion's-roar-like summons, a figure who had been hiding in the shadows slowly stepped forward.
To him, the ground was no different from fine sand, and he had made no footsteps at all.
"Have you investigated why Melard was able to enter through the gates?"
Night Wind's voice was hoarse and low. "Someone persuaded the guard captain."
"Just like that?"
"I saw no other irregularities. When I arrived at the gates, they were still talking. I found no traces of magical effects on either of them."
"You're saying that bastard talked a guard captain who's always been at odds with me into it with