"I don't remember calling for a gathering. So why have you all arranged yourselves at my doorstep?!"
Ezra's voice resounded, causing the barrier to vibrate, blasting dust in the faces of the Grandmasters.
Twelve Grandmasters were in attendance.
The delay had come about as they recruited four more Grandmasters.
Ferdinand looked around, before replying with an elevated tone.
"We have to take the bodies of our dead. We ask that you grant us passage to give them fitting burials"
"Hmm?"
'Indeed, it'll be hard for you to reject such a reason' Ferdinand smirked.
But the next remark was out of his expectations.
"Are you joking?"
"W-what?" Ferdinand was flustered.
"Are you joking?" Zydrax restated.
"How long has it been since their deaths?"
"Ah…eight weeks if I recall correctly"
"So" his tone turned cold.
"You're coming for the bodies of your comrades, EIGHT weeks after their deaths?"
