Plans of Mercenaries

Hearing what the Lich in disguise just said, the atmosphere in the room became a decree colder than it was before.

"Master Velkir, I disagree with this decision." Azrael said with a harsh tone, his eyes burning fiercely with mana.

"And of what basic is you disagreement of?" Velkir said with his cold voice.

"It's off from the risk involved in that mission. Not only are we talking to face a Magus, but the main ruler of the Arcana kingdom. A 5th-tier who appeared amidst the highest of magic."

"If we were to fight him somewhere out of the open, I wouldn't have been disagreeing. But fighting him on his magic tower, a man with the resources of a whole kingdom? I simply don't see the viability of that suicide mission. Someone like you, Master Velkir, should already know of this no?"

Having his decision be questioned, Velkir didn't feel much of anything and simply showed a small smile.