Before they take their seats at the table, Khael approaches each of them one by one. He is neither short nor tall. His hair is a matte vantablack when the light shines upon it; it seems to absorb the light rather than reflect it. His skin is a caramel brown. He wears a well-fitted, all-black suit, making his muscular physique evident as the buttons barely hold it together at the chest. His hair is medium-length and hangs down to the middle part; it seems to be the only part of him that is not carefully groomed.

  He gives a slight bow to each of the women present and firmly shakes hands with the men, saying only "It is a pleasure to meet you here today". Except for Seraphiel. He shakes his hand, and instead of the usual greeting, he raises an eyebrow, tilts his head, and smiles, letting out a brief "haha". He takes his seat, leaning back with his arms crossed and his leg crossed, with his shin pressed between his chest and the table. An unorthodox way of sitting. His servant "1" was an old, frail man, his eyes barely open, and he wore a pair of thin glasses. In his arm was a folded black cloth.

  Khael gently grabs his arm, guiding him to his seat. "The plague of Zod". That is what he was called by everyone outside of his kingdom.

  Everyone else sat down.

  Noro began. "We are here today to discuss the crimes of Seriol and Rea. Indeed, the king is aware of your collusion, and you both will face the most dire of consequences by the end of this meeting today. We all know the details of your two assassination attempts, so he'll spare us the boredom. What he wants to know is why. Why did you attempt to kill his majesty so soon? What made him different from the others?"

  Seraphiel looks at Sol. Sol does not seem interested in him in the slightest, he is seated next to Vanele the twin sister and twin ruler of Lyeer along with Valene. She raises a fan to her mouth before whispering something to him. He giggles.

  Yumi replies. "Your king is no king. He is hardly even a thing at all; he is as real as Sol's dignity". Though it seemed like a snarky comment, Sol was looked down upon by all appellations bar Valene and Khael for running off after the massacre of his family. Vanele reacts more violently than Sol, who seems engrossed in thought.

  Khael did not appear to care at all about gossip.

  "How dare you? I'll be sending back that 800,000 Realia and recalling our workers in your land. You stupid bird". Vanele bites, Yumi tuts.

  Madarame, palms his face. She had instantly ruined their plan with her rash comments.

  Fortunately, he noticed Vanele's affection for Sol and anticipated that she would side with Seriol and, as a result, with Rea.

  "Watch your mouth, you treacherous hag." Noro places his grimoire on the table. Its emblem had changed; it was now a hand wrapped in chains.

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  The intercession appellation's power was subtle but powerful. It could delay an action stored in the log (Ear grimoire). When Noro reached for the envoy's grimoire, the line was written and read: "Noro Hutaw grimoire."

  "Noro grabbed the grimoire" However, the envoy used his power to delay this action from executing, though it was destined to happen eventually; he could not overpower it. As such it has been executed, he now grabbed the grimoire as the new appellation. Perhaps if he had not cast that ability, Noro would have been spared his fate.

  Khael clears his throat. "Please calm down, threats either turn to action or diminish your word. This king of yours is a strange fellow, I agree". He leans forward. "He seems not to be of this world at all."

  "In the sense that he is your superior in every respect? Of course," Noro replies instantly.

  Khael stirs. Khael's face does not change, but the air around him does.

  "Well, what motivated your vain attempt? We're waiting".

  Yumi sighs and looks him in the eye. She falters.

  Sol blurts out on her behalf. "Rabid dogs shouldn't be dirtying a king's chambers".

  Noro looks at Seraphiel. "Please don't tell me this child is who your referenced king is".

  Seraphiel grits his teeth and says. "Cairnreach is my kingdom, and your charlatan king ripped it out of my hands."

  Noro stands up. "The temerity of this counsel is astounding! To try to murder a peaceful king for no real reason and to insult him thereafter!"

  Vanele is whispering to Sol, who whispers back.

  Khael has had enough of Noro's dramatics.

  "And if this king was killed? Would it really matter? I don't see a problem. Kings die all the time."

  Noro is about to attack Khael, but before he does, he recalls his king's words right before he set off. "Be wary of the devil with a kind face and a white smile, he seldom barks, but his bite is not something we can deal with at the moment".

  Khael? he realises. Noro sits back down, embarrassing himself.

  Valene has not spoken a word yet.

  "And what's your solution? What consequences do you plan?"

  Sura looks towards her, then back at Noro. His master whispers to him.

  "An eye for an eye". Noro grins, he looks at Seraphiel.

  "Though you did not kill the king, intentions matter more than actions. You intended to kill him. Will Yumi and Sol here lay their lives down? But don't worry, we will not leave it to chance. We will take Yumi and Sol's lives and their kingdoms as compensation for the distress," He laughs.

  Xut speaks up. "Verez and Cairnreach are two nations touched by the superiors. They are blood brothers".

  Noro scoffs silently.

  Yumi and Sol knew this was the outcome.

  Madarame calculates. "Rea, Seriol, Lyeer. against Verez and Cairnreach? The king, the crown, and Xut's clergy?"

  He looks to Khael.

  Khael looks back. He states imperially. "This King and his regime's tantrums are incredibly vulgar. But, I don't wish to be allied with another nation. I will make a request, if you may?"

  He looks to Noro.

  "I say that the kingdom of Zod alone will vanquish Cairnreach. Alone. No Verez, no outside nations. You have humiliated me today and disrespected my peers while making bold threats." He sighs, "I would like to see whether this confidence is founded in anything, or whether your king and his comments cautioning you of me are of cowardice or strategy".

  Noro freezes. "How did he know of the cautioning? Zod alone? Is he that confident?"

  The king is sitting in his chambers, listening in. He scratches the wound on his chest and clenches his fist.