Pact

"…So let me get this straight," Prince Rajak stared at Princess Ranea with eyes widened with hostility. 

His voice was reduced to a whisper.

"The four of you manifestations of human filth have cooked together a plan to hamper that bastard Raijun by killing Rui Quarrier, who you claim is responsible for his accelerating momentum in his campaign?"

"Pretty much," Princess Ranea replied with sharp eyes.

They were in a dimly lit room deep underground.

Behind each of them were four Martial Master bodyguards on absolute alert if their peers on the other side tried pulling something off.

"…And you dare to come to me for help?" 

His eyes were bloodshot with rage.

"…Pretty much," Princess Ranea echoed.

"It was clever of them to elect you as a representative of your little alliance," Prince Rajak's mouth curled with hatred. "Since you are among the only two of us seven who had nothing to do with the death of my family."