Prince Eric appeared incomparably amiable, but neither the nobles of the Northern Principality nor those of the Onyx Principality believed a word he said.
However, their lifeline was in someone else's hands. Even if he was putting on airs, the nobles could do nothing about it.
King Carlfer immediately continued, "Your Highness Eric, Glory Continent is about to be blanketed by deathly energy, yet there are still tens of millions of human subjects on this continent. Therefore, we ask that you extend a helping hand to Glory Continent and relocate the people here to the Sacred Continent!"
"Relocate them to the Sacred Continent?" Prince Eric nodded as though only just realizing it.
"The arrival of deathly energy and Dark Creatures can no longer be changed. Even a six-star Magister would be unable to stop it. To resolve this, we can only send out armies to exterminate the Dark Creatures while planting Sacred Thorn at the same time—but that requires time and a powerful army..."
"It seems this truly is the only way now!"
"However, my lords, you also know that tens of millions is an enormous number. If they all flood into the Sacred Continent at once, even our Bach Empire would find it extremely difficult to accommodate them."
"Moreover, I am merely the Bach Empire's eldest prince. I simply cannot make such a major arrangement on my own authority!"
Prince Ralph finally revealed a troubled expression.
"Your Highness, is it truly impossible?" Princess Isabella spoke softly from the side, feigning anxiety.
Yet the tiny sliver of goodwill she had held for Prince Eric over the past few days was completely worn away.
At least a few days ago, Eric had still put on the appearance of a refined gentleman, seemingly very friendly.
But now that he had seen the