Seeing Cyrus's proposal was not unreasonable, the others did not raise any objections.
All ten representatives went to the large reception room in the manor, located right next to the central hall. In this somewhat ancient space, there was a long oval wooden table, with exactly ten chairs casually placed around it.
None of the players spoke to each other, simply choosing a chair at random and sitting down.
Seeing that everyone was seated, Cyrus cleared his throat, drew everyone's attention, and then spoke.
"As you can all see, the rules of the game are quite complex, but I have found a very simple winning formula."
"Oh, and what might that be, old man?" A young man, seemingly the heir of the Zento Family, replied sarcastically, even chuckling. Clearly, seeing the Bethel Family's contingency plan was just a man who was clearly older than everyone else here and appeared quite weak, this person looked down on him.
