"Tap, tap, tap..."
The old king walked slowly and steadily onto the main viewing stand, paying no heed to the tense atmosphere there.
He smiled and nodded in greeting to everyone present, then looked at Dunn and Damon:
"Mr. Damon, Mr. Dunn, there's no need to be so hasty. Please bear with me a little longer."
"As you wish, Your Majesty." ×2
Both Damon, who had been beside himself with rage, and Dunn inclined their heads slightly to the old king in a show of respect.
Dunn could disregard a prince, or even trample a prince's dignity underfoot.
But he could not treat a king that way.
A king represented an entire nation and spoke on behalf of its Legendaries. At times, he could even give orders to Legendaries.
Although, in theory, Dunn, as the Pirate King, stood on the same level as a king.
In practice, however, the two were not remotely comparable.
A king represented the dignity of all the Legendaries in his nation.
To disrespect a king was to disrespect every Legendary in that nation.
So, at this moment, both Damon and Dunn could only set aside their grievances for the time being in the old king's presence.
"Well, what are you all standing around for? Take your seats. Can't you see these two gentlemen can hardly wait?"
As he spoke, the old king walked alone to the seat in the center of the stand and sat straight down.
At the old king's words, everyone paid their respects before taking their seats one after another.
Meanwhile, a robed figure who had followed the old king up raised a hand slightly. The roof Damon had shattered immediately began slowly returning to its original state, as though time were flowing backward.
It was as though nothing had happened at