Bilal raised his brows.
"The World-Purifying Army. I thought I'd made myself very clear."
The court officials stared at one another wide-eyed—ever since the new family head had taken office, this had practically become a habitual gesture for them—before someone finally spoke.
This time, it wasn't some unlucky scapegoat pushed forward, but the leader of the entire retainer corps.
The white-haired old man looked at Bilal and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Family Head, do you know what this means? They are Paradise's greatest traitors. If we join forces with them... if His Majesty holds us accountable..."
Bilal merely replied with one sentence.
"But does His Majesty still have the ability to hold anyone accountable?"
The man was immediately left speechless.
Bilal swept his gaze around the room, taking in the varied expressions on everyone's faces before adding another sentence.
"The Wenton Family has already violated the most fundamental taboo—they brought aberrations into the city. Who knows whether they might come up with something even worse? If we don't seek outside aid and prepare now, are we supposed to wait until they turn the tables before regretting it too late?"
...Was this still that idiot family head?
Could it be that, with the Lin Family's young lady about to fall into his hands, his lower head had taken control of the upper one, and his intelligence had finally seized the high ground again?
Bilal narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly.
"We can discuss any issues later, and we can find ways to stall the World-Purifying Army's demands. But our top priority right now is securing victory. I intend to personally head to the front and win this final offensive. Does anyone object?"
The court officials lowered their heads in silence.
It wasn't as though no one suspected the Lin Family