"Do you understand the consequences of your words?" Inside a certain grandeur hall, sat several men wearing noble uniforms and their faces containing a similar frown.
That expression and those words were aroused by a certain teenager sitting inside the room who suggested something unnerving.
The said person didn't show any reaction to the growing aura of the others and smilingly said, "You want his head and so do I. Joining forces to help the apostles of light is the only method I deem right."
The person had drastic similarity to a certain silver head from the Obsidian Citadel.
The person who had the most superior command in the room voiced, "We didn't let Your Majesty know about this whole situation, or your head would have been rolling on the ground by now." The man had a long moustache and flowing, long red hair braided in a rough tail.