Therefore, they chose to remain silent, lest trouble come from careless words.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Keen interrupted the clamor of the powerful.
Wearing a simple suit, Prime Minister Keen swept his icy gaze across everyone in the meeting room.
Only after all the influential attendees had shut their mouths did the highest-ranking bureaucrat of the federal government slowly speak.
"Australia has already been ceded to the necromancer by treaty. Under the butcher's blade of the Undead Legion, what the hell do you think you are?"
"Of course, we're not talking about armed resistance. I'm not insane—how could I do something as foolish as striking a stone with an egg?"
Speaker Margaret gently shook her head.
"Since the treaty has been signed, as politicians who respect contracts, we naturally cannot openly violate it."
Her gaze swept across the faces before her, her tone resolute and forceful.
"It's simply that the necromancer is not an elite of noble birth like us. He has never dealt with matters involving the operation of a modern nation, so mistakes are perfectly normal."
"We need to make the necromancer understand that Australia cannot function normally without the cooperation of the pillars of the Federal Parliament—that is, us."
As they listened to Speaker Margaret's speech, the eyes of many influential attendees lit up.
Clearly, they all believed this was a reliable plan.
If Speaker Margaret had suggested using underhanded tactics and force to overthrow the necromancer's rule, then for the sake of preserving their families, they would have had no choice but to tearfully seize her on the spot and offer her to the necromancer as proof of their loyalty.
The necromancer had already demonstrated his strength and resolve in the previous Secret War. Resisting him through force was utterly laughable.
They were all old