"What the actual hell you are saying?!"
Archduke Roknee, who was recovering from his shock, could not suppress his anger anymore and yelled at Thales.
Thales was adjusting his breath and watching Roknee calmly.
The prince observed everyone's expression and made a conclusion. 'They don't like this suggestion.'
It was not just Roknee. Other than Lampard, almost every archduke was extremely dissatisfied. Even the cunning Trentida gave a snort as an indication of his contempt.
However, Thales had predicted their reactions.
'Next…'
"In my opinion…"
Archduke Olsius raised his heavy sword again. His eyes flared. "How about we kill this little Constellatiate viper first, then kill each other?"
"Prince Thales!" Archduke Lecco's deep voice was severe. "I advise you…"
Thales took a deep breath. Saroma was desperately shaking her head at him from a distance.
