"President..."
On a stretch of sea not far from the Blood Emperor, the members of Divine Right of Kings stared at the latest news in the game in despair. Some sank to their knees in a daze, some beat their chests and stamped their feet, and others covered their faces and wept. Every one of them looked as though a devastating calamity had just struck.
At the front, Demon and Smile, the guild's vice presidents, exchanged a glance, then both closed their eyes and sighed.
Next, they would be running for Sky City Lord, an opportunity countless people dreamed of, yet neither of them felt happy about it.
Divine Right of Kings was different from other organizations. Son of Heaven had built this force single-handedly. In other words, none of its members, including Smile and Demon, had joined for any material benefit. They had gathered together because they were drawn to Son of Heaven's personal charisma. Thus, the "king" in Divine Right of Kings could only be Son of Heaven. He was the very foundation holding these people together.
With Son of Heaven dead, even if their current standing allowed the two of them to barely gain the others' approval and smoothly succeed him as president...
The organization could no longer be called Divine Right of Kings, because its soul was already gone...
"What do we do now?" Smile glanced at the dejected members behind them, then turned to Demon with concern, asking for his opinion.
Behind them, the members of Divine Right of Kings also turned to look at them. This was precisely what left them most at a loss.
Were they to proceed as planned, elect a city lord and president, then keep Divine Right of Kings going as though nothing had happened?
Or, having lost the force