The room fell silent, the officials glancing at each other, Elio waiting patiently.
"The High-king is right!" said a bald man clad in a dark blue gown, rising to his feet.
Everyone turned to look at him.
He bowed slightly before continuing, "Your Grace, I'm Lord Ahtred of Banbarg, a fortress in the Nornia, Warden of the South. Everyone one here knows those abominations wreaked havoc in my lands first, forcing people to flee either north or east into Stardret Kingdom.
"Now what the South needs is not just a king who is of Crescent descent, but a king who can bring peace again."
He turned to look at his fellow officials and resumed his speech as he swiped his eyes across their faces.
"If we refuse King Elio Stardret as our king so he can help us get rid of these monsters, soon they will spread across the whole of Crescent and we will be forced to flee into Stardret, where he will end up as our king anyway."
