You're Not Fit, So You're Not Fit

In ten minutes, his throne had been taken, his wife stolen, and Atlantis's first heir...

Setting aside Orm's attitude, Riku, king of the Fishman Kingdom, lit up. The situation was already clear: Russell, king of the Trench Dwellers, had not come to attend the meeting. He had come to cause trouble.

And he had picked a fight with two kings at once. First was King Orm of Atlantis—first steal his throne, then steal his wife. What a slap in the face. Tsk, tsk. Forget being a king; no man could tolerate that.

"Can't tolerate it, can't tolerate it!"

Second was King Nereus of the Kingdom of ZeBell. Orm's fiancée was his daughter. Someone wanted to steal his daughter, and putting himself in the man's shoes, Riku felt that this was absolutely intolerable!

"Can't tolerate it, can't tolerate it!"

They said gossip and watching the excitement were human nature, but fishmen were no different. Riku was thrilled, scratching at his ears and cheeks, when he saw Nereus sitting there with an utterly calm expression.

He had actually endured it? Could it be that his daughter was not his biological child?

Riku was deeply impressed. As expected of the renowned King Nereus—being humiliated like this, yet not even furrowing his brow. If it were Riku, he would have already slammed the table and risen.

Bang!

Orm slammed the table and rose, like an enraged lion. His brows drew together as he glared past the long table at Russell. "Who exactly are you? What did you come to Atlantis for?"

Russell remained seated on the throne and lifted his head to examine Orm before him. This was the first time he had truly looked the man in the eye.

Sword-like brows, bright eyes, hard and deeply defined features—he had a fine face, perfectly