"Are we not going to do anything?" Lucas asked.
"What is there to do?" Beatrice questioned back, eliciting a snort from Lucas though he offered no response.
The Monarchs were still seated at the meeting table with Alex noticeably absent.
The oldest at the table, Vorigan, let out a resigned sigh as he remarked. "Our first mistake was thinking him unworthy."
"So are you saying there was no reason to question his legitimacy to the title?" Moldark inquired with raised brows.
"There was, but not like this, not right now. It is clear that the only reason he came to our aid was to gain our help in the coming battle against the Abyss."
"Doesn't that make it troublesome?... Doesn't that mean that he isn't the savior the prophecy spoke of?" Lucas questioned.
Silence followed as none knew how to respond.
In some way, they had held out hopes for the emergence of the Dark Lord.
But never did any think that would turn out like this.
