"Impossible! We do not accept this, Your Majesty! This is new and has never been heard before."
"We all agreed to this."
"We would also appreciate it if you took our words into consideration."
Revina was seated on her throne, her legs crossed and her face unreadable.
As always, Alex was standing behind her, acting as her guard. He, on the other hand, seemed upset and rather angry.
Before them, not too far from the throne, were three orbs, each emitting an image of the three dukes of Lumberg.
Since Revina was known to hate visitors entering her mansion—with Dorian being the exception for some reason—this was the only way they could communicate with her: through communication magic.
An audible sigh left Revina's mouth.
Her eyes rolled over before she looked towards Alex, gesturing with her fingers for him to pull closer. As commanded, Alex obeyed, moving his ear towards the side of her head.
"Is the drag-, is Dorian back?"
