It was one of those moments.
Following Konrad's earthshaking announcement, the scene turned into a peaceful breeze where silence reigned, and hearts grew cold.
For an instant, the various state rulers stared at the teenage looking man occupying Ernst's throne, and from their looks, no one could tell what wave swept their hearts.
At last, they processed the words, and as they realized Konrad patiently awaited their replies, they knew he jested not.
"Loads of horseshit!"
The most senior of the state rulers, a late-stage Profound Saint Paragon Spirit roared and stepped forward.
"Oh?"
"Sir, I don't know where you hail from, and I don't care. What your aura signature does tell us is that you're human. And it doesn't take a genius to see you overthrew Ernst von Gradl.
Congratulations, but since non-spirits can't be independent rulers, I'm assuming you'll adopt the title of grand preceptor to be king in all but name."
