As the words fell, the meeting hall was frighteningly quiet.
Several council members frowned slightly, casting a mildly discontented look at Caesar Colin.
It seemed as if this fellow considered this place his command tent, as if the meeting table before him were a map bristling with battle flags, and they—the veteran council members—were his soldiers.
Undoubtedly, this was a rude behavior.
However, some council members appeared thoughtful or simply maintained a detached attitude, observing the proceedings with indifference.
Hephis was a typical example.
The Flame Demon council member, enveloped in blazing flames with skin seemingly cast from lava, leaned back in his chair as if unconcerned by the confrontation before him, even with a hint of an elusive smile at the corner of his mouth—
Having once served under Caesar Colin on the battlefield, he knew better than anyone the nature of this "Iron-blooded Prince."
