'Ha! You two old idiots must be dreaming to think that I will let you all step over me. There is no way I, Daugmir the Emperor, would fall today!'....Or this was what Daugmir wanted to say aloud.
But this time, he didn't let his anger take over him since he had already learned his lesson once, and with all these powerful people assembled here and also an army outside, Daugmir knew that resisting would only end up with him facing even more loss of face.
He might be the strongest in the empire, but with the combined effort from the strongest experts in his country and with the use of complicated formations, they would surely be able to restrain him. In fact, they came prepared. Otherwise, he still could have tried something and escaped.
But now, he could grit his teeth and let these bastards lock him up while being forced to hand over his throne to Kale, whom he realized was the one behind all this.
