Now I was no lawyer.
But I knew enough international law to confidently say that killing two delegates (one of whom was a tribal chief, by the way) in cold blood was a war crime in almost any diplomatic treaty.
The Theosbanes had just handed the Southern Prince the moral high ground to start a war on a silver platter.
It was the start of a large-scale global conflict, because it would force one of the five Monarchs to personally get involved.
And if that happened, the other four would inevitably follow.
So despite what I had done in Ishtara, the Syndicate — if they really were behind this incident… and I just knew they were — had been successful in achieving their objective.
They had created a spark that would soon be turned into a blazing firestorm.
A great war was coming.
In short, the world was on its way to get fucked.
And what was my family's reaction to it? Nothing.
They were acting like it was just another Tuesday.
