"We must command Xenthalor to stop. If they don't, then…
We gather allies and declare war."
The Grand Marshal suggested with a stern expression. The air grew heavier, the councilmen's faces turned grim. They all lowered their heads, not in favor of this decision,
But then,
"I agree."
The High Marshal spoke up.
Veylara glanced at Varyon and,
"We all know what happened in the Arena that day. The Xenthalor Beast was strong enough to defeat all others in one move.
The difference in power was overwhelming, yet they were still trying to hide what they did.
One only hides if he is wary. The Xenthalor is wary. Even with such an overwhelming difference in power, they still do not believe they can win. It means they are not ready yet."
The woman then clenched her fists and,
"We need to strike before they are."
"…"
"…"
The table turned silent.
The Grand Marshal and the High Marshal, the attacker and defender of the Kingdom, stood together.
