"A request, you say?" Zenith repeated curiously.
"That is right. Before I accept you as a master, I want one thing from you."
It was a little blunt for someone asking another for a favor, but that was just August's way of speaking.
"Alright, then. Let us hear it."
Zenith entertained his whims. After all, he wasn't the only one curious about what August was scheming. This room was filled with people who supported him. Rather than feeling offended by his request, they were intrigued by what August possibly coveted enough to use as a reward for taking the throne.
August nodded, took a deep breath, and spread his arms.
