"Do you think you can meet our president just because you want to?"
Some people became aggressive, thinking Nathan had overstepped his bounds.
On the other hand, Nathan remained calm as though he were expecting some people to understand what he was saying.
Fortunately, it looked like one of them realized what was going on.
"Wait." An old man with a divine rule stopped them.
"Chancellor!"
"Wait. I need to talk to him." The old man waved his hand and landed in front of Nathan. The others were still wary of Nathan. If he harmed the chancellor, they would unleash everything they had on Nathan.
Nathan smiled. "I only seek an audience with your president. Surely, it's something you can grant, right?"
The chancellor narrowed his eyes. "Indeed. However, I need to ask you why… Why would you want to meet with our president? Who are you? You are speaking our language, but at the same time, you are not."
