This was a great gamble. The stake was the future of all their power.
The high lords had already risen to their feet. More minor lords were the strength Trog relied upon. They were like a cause. Their mouths would all sing of so-called glory. They needed glory, and desired it even more. Prince Trog might be able to give them that glory.
Mirai realized that he had been completely won over by Trog. He had to immediately declare his willingness to stand with the Fourth Prince, Trog. Only then would Trog regard Mirai as one of his own.
Mirai gave Trog a slight bow and said, "Mirai is willing to contribute to Your Highness's path to the throne!"
"I've told you several times already, don't call me Your Highness." Trog once again changed Toon's form of address to "Your Highness," yet he showed no anger. On the contrary, he was quite pleased with Toon's support.
"No. In my eyes, Your Highness will always be Your Highness."
Flattery was something no one ever tired of receiving, and Trog was no exception. It also made Trog increasingly interested in Mirai. From Trog's perspective, he did not understand why he paid such special attention to Mirai. Clearly, he was merely a weak lord, yet his subconscious kept telling him that Mirai was far from simple and was someone worth pursuing.
Their exchange was very pleasant. It could also be said that the two young men, both possessing some foresight for the future, had much in common.
As the day came to an end, Xiu Yin asked, "Your Highness, are we waiting?"
Mirai's meaning was simple. He wanted to ask whether Prince Trog had any proactive strategy.
Trog shook his head. "No. Let my three brothers make a fuss first. Mirai, I hope