With Caius's arrival, the Dreadborne Organization's headquarters was filled with tension.
In the meeting chamber, the leaders of Dreadborne sat silently, their gazes fixed on the newly crowned king.
"King... should we bow or something?" Nephem asked lazily, grabbing a fruit from somewhere and taking a bite with a playful grin.
Alayot sighed and shook his head in disappointment.
Junnie laughed quietly while Nyx frowned in disapproval.
"Ah, that's not necessary," Caius said, raising his hand as he chuckled lightly.
"Well, glad you could make it," Linkir said calmly. "There are some things we'd like to discuss with you. Please, have a seat."
"Yes," Caius replied as he took the highest seat at the round table.
But as soon as he sat, silence fell. The leaders froze, their expressions unreadable.
"What's wrong?" Caius asked, glancing around.
"That seat," Sword Demon said, chuckling darkly, "you're not supposed to sit there."
