The smile on the Duke's face gradually disappeared, "Historically, very few who gamble the national fate have come to a good end."
"Prime Minister, you did say 'very few,' not 'none.' Moreover, how many people on this continent truly consider our Giant Demon Tribe a nation?"
The Grand Chief slowly stood up. His small frame appeared particularly hunched, but the solemnity on his face made him look like a giant:
"We have waited too long and have no desire to continue waiting. The countries of the continent do not see us as a whole, which is fine. After this battle, the Giant Demons will establish their nation."
Listening to the tense confrontation between the two, Louis felt the situation had become rather tricky.
Clearly, the Grand Chief had no intention of compromising whatsoever; he even wanted to seize this opportunity to establish a new nation directly.
However, when the Prime Minister heard this, he did not retreat at all and even burst into laughter:
