Dariel entered with calm, steady steps. Behind him, two tall, burly soldiers in golden robes followed.
His presence instantly silenced the room. The five kings—Darius, Theron, Lucien, Lorcan, and Fenric—quickly approached him, cupping their hands in greeting.
"Welcome, Holy Emperor," they said.
Although they were equal to Dariel in status, even a fool could see that he stood on a different level.
In terms of military strength, the Holy Empire of Valtanir far surpassed their kingdoms.
Only Ragan of the Great Velmora Empire could rival him.
"Thank you for the warm welcome, everyone," Dariel said softly. "I know you are all eager to profit from the Great Velmora Empire. You need not worry—I will help you suppress Ragan later."
A subtle glint flickered in his eyes.
The five kings felt a trace of shame at his words. They had indeed intended to do exactly that. Fortunately, Dariel's assurance allowed them to relax.
