"Please cease your action, Marquis." A man in his late twenties said with a stern face.
The one in front of him was one of the people who had been fighting Raincart ever since he became a spirit transcendence.
"Don't you know what happened? This kingdom has a delicate balance, but Raincart Ezenholm has broken that balance. Isn't that why the royal family has been turning a blind eye to it?"
"I am not talking about the balance. As you said, the balance has been broken. But it has shattered into pieces and I'm afraid nothing remains."
"..." The marquis gritted his teeth. He knew the messenger was talking about Noel Ardagan.
The moment he became a spirit king, there was no such thing as balance anymore. Raincart had become one of the most powerful people in the world.
"You bastard!" The marquis stood up and raised his voice.
"There's no need to raise your voice. You may be able to raise your voice toward me, but even His Majesty can't do such a thing right now."
"..."
