Richard, who had become everyone's target, could only laugh as more and more people gathered.
He wondered if there were still others.
After all, a Ruler could be hiding in a distant location, watching.
Those who were hiding were actually more dangerous because they could attack when they felt he was already planning to leave.
Richard began to feel that way.
The faction he was warier of than anyone else was the Order of the Crimson Veil.
They were the strongest faction here—but was Charles truly the strongest figure sent?
Charles was still at the Grimoire Realm, so that was impossible.
'Ehm…' Richard cleared his throat, cutting into the conversations of several people so that all gazes returned to him.
"It seems all of you aren't giving me any other choice," Richard said.
"Brat, there is indeed no choice for you," replied the old man from the Thundervale Clan.
"In that case…" Richard nodded.
A stone emitting golden light appeared above his palm.
