As Liam quietly cultivated in front of a mirror, he silently thought of how to go about this meeting.
The invitation was an obvious lie.
It was a bait.
And yet, the Echorian Royals accepted.
Whether or not they knew it was bait, was a different matter.
Obviously, the Queen herself was not coming to the party.
Even Usan's Rank 6 prowess could not earn him that privilege.
At most, some Rank 5's and Rank 4 Royals would arrive at the meeting.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Well, at least to Liam's knowledge.
And yet, there were a few people that Liam was certain were coming.
Mostly, his old squadron/cohort/classmates.
Rin, Nord and Nessa, along with several others.
Day by day, their names were gaining popularity and attention, beside other growing individuals.
Of course, 'parties' between countries like these were always a pissing contest.
