"Hahahaha…."
Archduke Roknee's emotionless laughter sounded like he was replying to Thales' speech.
At that moment, Lampard felt infinite rage surging in his chest.
Trentida blinked, wanting to communicate with Olsius, but the latter still wore a grim expression and did not say a single word.
Archduke Lecco sat at the rectangular table with a steady posture.
Lampard breathed in deeply, forcing himself to move his gaze away from Thales.
'So.
'This is the end.'
What he said next gave everyone chills.
"I am asking you for the last time, my fellow archdukes," the Archduke of Black Sand Region said coldly, "is this your final decision?
"Are you giving up on our oath of allegiance just like that and intending to believe that child's gibberish?"
After he said that, the atmosphere in the hall instantly became tense.
Trentida frowned. 'Why hasn't Prime Minister Lisban arrived here yet?
'Could it be…'
