The meeting room stayed silent for a long time. It wasn't that the kings had given in. They simply didn't dare speak.
Three bodies still lay in pools of blood, and no one wanted to be the fourth.
"Guards."
A large group of guards entered the meeting room, and the kings' faces changed. They immediately thought Werther meant to kill them all.
But the guards had not come to kill anyone. Each carried a thick stack of documents, which they handed out to the more than one hundred kings.
The kings accepted the documents in confusion. As they read, their expressions varied.
The terms were simple: the kings would give up their authority and serve as mayors, much like Iceburg of Water 7.
They would surrender their thrones and command of their armies. The World Government would take control of those forces and assign them across the kingdoms to maintain order, with a new office established to oversee them.
If they signed, the kings would go from rulers to administrators.
There were two ways to end a war quickly: one side could lose, or all military forces could be brought under a single command.
While the kings wrestled with their decision, the meeting room door was kicked open.
"Thunder Swordsman Werther! I'm your woman. Why would you do this to me?"
Anita charged into the meeting room covered in blood. Her pale cheeks were smeared red, and her clothes were torn.
Beside Werther, the Chief Steward's pupils contracted. Without hesitation, he threw a punch at Werther.
Number Three, Number Four, and the others rushed Werther as well. The three of them drove him back together.
"Your Majesty, are you all right?"
The Chief Steward caught Anita. She looked badly wounded, her breathing faint, and she coughed up a mouthful of