What a lunatic!
He actually dared to suggest voting to execute the Five Elders?
Who gave him that authority?
The kings seated around the table wore blank expressions, their gazes instinctively shifting to the five photographs on the table.
Minister of Finance, Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro.
Minister of Agriculture, Saint Shepherd X. Peter.
Minister of Justice, Saint Topman Warcury.
Minister of Environment, Saint Marcus Maz.
Scientific Defense Warrior, Saint Jaygarcia Saturn.
When had these five become the Five Elders?
The kings looked dazed. Some of the elderly kings recalled their first time attending the Reverie in their youth.
Fifty or sixty years ago, they had already been the Five Elders.
But in truth, it went back even further.
Their fathers, grandfathers, and the kings before them.
Those attending the Reverie had changed generation after generation, yet these five men still held the highest authority in the world—for decades, for centuries...
The round-table chamber fell so silent that a pin could have been heard dropping. No one dared speak, and even their breathing had deliberately softened, as though they feared being overheard.
"Y-You lunatic!"
The king of Provincia slammed his hand on the table and rose, glaring at Dimon. "Suspicious toy! You are not a chairman sent from above at all! Nothing like this has ever happened under the old rules!"
Unable to endure it any longer, Elizabello questioned Dimon's identity.
Vote to execute the Five Elders?
There had to be a limit to jokes!
"I have no interest in indulging your nonsense. It seems today's meeting cannot continue. I will leave and report everything that happened here to the Five Elders!"
Elizabello snorted coldly and turned toward the meeting room doors.
Seeing that, Dimon could not help but smile.
"Fifty people... An even number isn't good. Forty-nine will be just