"…Only your esteemed selves can come in and out. And each can only be accompanied by up to four escorts."
Having finished his part, the messenger of Lupus bowed his head.
He did it to keep his manners, but more so because he couldn't overcome the heavy air hovering in the tent and the stinging glares directed at him.
"…It was not enough to make us wait for several hours, now you're limiting the number of people who can enter."
One of the men sitting at the table murmured.
"Is this the will of Her Highness?"
Calion Oller.
As the eldest son of the Oller family, the de facto ruler of the southern region of the Kingdom of Prona, he revealed his displeasure without filter.
The messenger opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. For he had been commanded not to answer whatever they asked.
"Looks so."
And that silence was accepted by Calion as affirmation.
"Haha! It seems that Her Highness, the new Queen, is quite apprehensive of us."
