"Do you think they'll agree?" Charlotte inquired, retaining her noble bearing while seated.
Currently, the great hall was mostly vacant with the Dukes having already left after Damian ended the meeting.
The red armored knights remained but of course, none dared to listen in on the ongoing conversation.
Damian let out a trained sigh as he replied. "Of course not… but they don't have a choice."
"The act of giving up a bond would strip them of their authority."
"It's not like they are using it very well now, to begin with."
Charlotte chuckled softly. "I would have never thought I'd see such a day…"
"Forget about those old fools," Damian remarked as he turned to face her. "If I offer up a thousand, would that help you and your subordinates regain your former strength?"
"I doubt it. The Dark Ages was a time when we had the Mantle of Darkness as a power source…" Charlotte trailed off before adding in a rather gloomy tone. "Nothing can ever replace that."
