"We're here."
Those four simple words brought a smile to Orson's face. He replied calmly, "Good. I'll be waiting."
There was no way he'd show up to the War Supreme conference without some cards up his sleeve.
From what he'd learned through Drunken Dream—who had infiltrated the Platinum Nobility as a duke's son-in-law—Orson knew one thing: if his participation caused the Light Dragon Empire's internal decisions to waver, he would become the target of a collective purge by other Infinite Dimensions powerhouses.
This meeting was nothing more than a formality. The outcome had already been decided. Orson, as the so-called representative of the Light Elf King, was just playing a scripted role.
