A Critical Ceremony

The tension in the atmosphere instantly faded away like a flattened, punctured balloon.

The Dark Dragon Ion scoffed at Nalea's words. On the other hand, Rhode shrugged as though nothing happened while Lilian stared at Ion in resentment, but eventually calmed herself down after looking at Rhode. No matter what the exact reasons were, at least they had eliminated their battle intentions for now, so Siena heaved a sigh of relief. She had to admit that even though her elder sister seemed unreliable, there were often times when her unreliable behaviors resolved difficult problems.

Siena took in a deep breath, cleared her mind, and took a step forward.

"Your Majesty Lilian, Your Majesty Rhode, and Your Majesty Ion, please follow us to the ceremony room. As for the rest of you, please wait here, and if it is possible, I hope you can maintain control…" Siena gazed at Lilian and Ion and after ensuring that there were no objections, she made an inviting gesture to Rhode.