Scrambling For The Treasure
"…"
The thirteen Immortal Emperors became wary of Noctis. He was two levels higher than them, and they couldn't tell how far his prowess reached for sure, making them tense.
"Everyone, don't be shaken." Girias maintained his composure, still looking arrogant, "They have nine Immortal Emperors, but more than half of them would not stick to protecting that bitch until the end. In fact, they might even join us if we give them enough incentives."
He stepped forward and cupped his hands, "Everyone, we are all members of the First Haven World. Our clans have legacies stringing back to the true immortal world, filled with riches and appropriate rewards for us for completing our mission. With that being the case, do you really want to stick with an Anarchic Divergent's wife, even going as far as to protect her?"
"What if you were branded as traitors?"
"What if you were looked down upon by your peers and forced to self-exile!?"