Arzael's POV
"What is this for?"
Priamus asked while entering the entrance of Treasure Hall with me. Behind him are the Black Eagle Army. This massive hall for the Westeria sacred treasure is enough to accommodate almost half of the Empire's officials from the Four Kingdom.
"His Majesty arranged this Sacred event for Lady Valeraine," I answered. "I believe that His Majesty wants to prove to the whole nation that Lady Valeraine is worthy of the Empress throne."
"Or rather, to shut the Empress Consort's desire to put his own son on the throne." Priamus said. I look at him with shock and fear. "What?"
"You shouldn't talk like that here," I said with my low voice and checked if there's anyone here who heard him. "We don't know who's our ally here or not."
Priamus smirks and stops on his respective seat. "They have no choice but to be our ally, unless they want their heads over these tables."
I swear to God, I will never ever try to challenge this man. Phew.
