The Royal Palace of the Re-Estize Kingdom, specifically the grand council hall once used by the nobles for their schemes and intrigues.
At this moment, it was hosting the [First Pan-Continental Peace Summit], an event capable of completely reshaping the fate of the entire continent.
The people seated on either side of the long table would have been enough to make any bard in any past era drop his jaw in astonishment:
The "Blood Emperor" Jircniv of the Baharuth Empire had completely set aside his imperial dignity. With his receding hairline on full display, he dashed around the hall distributing documents like a diligent senior administrative assistant;
The representatives of the Dwarven Kingdom, summoned in haste, sat on specially made high stools and watched the holographic projection before them, their beards trembling. Even the Dwarf King was so nervous that he did not dare drink his ale;
And in the least conspicuous corner of the hall, the silver armor remotely controlled by the Platinum Dragon Lord stood there properly.
This True Dragon Lord, who fancied himself the continent's guardian, had not even dared bring out the Floating Divine Weapon. From beginning to end, he obediently played the role of a "reflective silver potted plant."
As for the reason?
Because Saitama was sitting on a bench in the adjoining side hall, yawning while eyeing the round belly of the Dragon Lord's armor with longing. He was even muttering to himself, "I wonder if that iron bucket can withstand fire."
And at the head of the central long table, the most important seat in the hall—
Bruce Wayne looked down over the entire gathering in a well-tailored black suit that radiated a cold, technological aura.
"Buzz."
The old Batman pressed a fingertip against the table, and a gigantic holographic star map instantly