Tristan was shocked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. More precisely, he was denying it.
"Can you repeat what you said, Your Majesty King Dazen?" Tristan said calmly, starkly contrasting the deadly glare he gave the king of the Halu Kingdom.
King Dazen was still prostrating himself, his body shaking so much that it affected his voice. He didn't dare look Tristan in the eye.
Tristan was younger than him and had only been king for a month, but Tristan's reputation as a king who liked to behead had already spread far and wide. He had broken his promise; there was no way he would be forgiven.
"The Halu Kingdom and the Pireakan Kingdom have decided to make peace. We will manage Mount Silonga together," said King Dazen.
"Why did you make peace? Is peace what you have wanted all this time?" Tristan put his elbow on the arm of his chair and leaned his cheek against his palm. His other hand was clenched tightly.
