William sat in the seat of honor at the table, with Polox, Merton, Karath, as well as the other Patriarchs.
The Patriarchs who had chosen to leave a few days ago didn't have the appetite to eat the delicious food that was served on their table.
They all looked at William with anxious expressions on their faces, as they waited for the verdict regarding their request of becoming his vassals once again.
After breakfast ended, the other Patriarchs still hadn't touched the food on their table, which made William chuckle inwardly.
He knew that these Demons were all feeling regretful and guilty. Regretful because they didn't grab onto his leg when they had the chance, and guilty because some of them had betrayed their comrades and told their Masters that the other Clans planned to break free from their control.
