"The Radiance Church has issued its highest-level summons. They say they're going to campaign against Tatshaw Territory!"
"Really? Is that true?"
"I heard Count Tatshaw received the Elves and even slapped a Radiance priest."
"What? That happened too? Count Tatshaw really has some nerve!"
These discussions spread swiftly, throwing all of Aps City into chaos. No one knew what Romon was thinking, nor did anyone know why things had turned out this way.
Tatshaw Territory, council hall
This was a great hall. Crystal magic lamps hung above its center, white light pouring down from the dome onto a long table. At that moment, a string of footsteps sounded, and several people entered the hall and took their seats.
Only after they had arrived did Romon enter at an unhurried pace and take his seat.
Fafier, Nick, Sukar, Haiwavi, Shabide, Vavik, Owenna, Lurun, Debiru.
The finest men of the territory were all gathered here.
"Everyone, I have already explained the situation to you in detail. Now, I only wish to hold a vote—are you willing to follow me into battle?"
Seated at the head of the table, Romon did not say much. He went straight to the point.
Everyone's hearts tightened, and their expressions shifted slightly.
"Those in favor, raise your hands now," Romon said.
Nick frowned, but he was the first to raise his hand, followed by Fafier.
Then Sukar raised his hand as well.
After hesitating for a moment, Haiwavi, Shabide, Vavik, Owenna, Lurun, Debiru, and the others also raised their hands in agreement.
"Since you agree, have the army fully prepared before dawn tomorrow," Romon said calmly. "The assignments have already been given. Meeting adjourned!"
With that, Romon nodded, rose, and left.
Another hall was already packed with people. Only the elders of the Inner Circle had attended.