Gerald had never been bound by anything. Whether the other party was the Sarkaz King meant nothing to him; if she truly wanted to teach him a lesson, he might even be happier for it. Meanwhile, Theresa herself had scarcely encountered anyone besides the rulers of the Royal Courts and her brother who would proactively deny her ideas.
Both were rather novel experiences.
Thus, Lamaline's initial attitude of treating this as nothing more than a stroll gradually shifted into considering the suggestions the two of them had made—at the very least, she could not be excluded and left as an outsider.
Yet Gerald, on the other hand, frowned.
After speaking with her for so long, he had not sensed any urgency in Theresa's attitude toward the situation. If anything, she seemed more inclined to have the Banshees slow down and recuperate.
The only thing it brought to mind was the descriptions of the Sarkaz in those books.
Internal strife.
The chaos within the Sarkaz had long reached infamous levels. After Kazdel's fall, some Sarkaz had gone to Gaul and Leithanien, eventually arriving in Columbia with the tide of history. Some mercenaries had been dispatched to Ursus and the Eastern Nation, throwing themselves into new wars.
Kazdel, the homeland of the Sarkaz, had always lacked resources. Considering the existence of the other Royal Courts, it was hardly surprising that situations resembling warlords carving up territory to fight over resources would emerge... That did explain why Theresa was willing to let the Banshees leave Kazdel and come to River Valley.
After all, one more pair of chopsticks meant this King would have to reconsider how the food was divided.
Now the logic connected.
"No matter what, I am willing to believe in your idea."
As he pondered, Theresa also abandoned her previous