Chapter 39: Verdict
"That concludes the meeting," said the Prime Minister, giving a firm nod to the other ministers seated around the long table.
Today marked the monthly conference—an important gathering where matters of the capital, national welfare, civil issues, crises, and foreign relations were brought to the table.
At the center of today’s discussion was the upcoming summit, scheduled to take place in a month’s time. Leaders from across the continent would gather under one roof, all to speak about a matter growing heavier with each passing day—the crumbling pact.
The ancient agreement forged by the Sage and the Dragon Lords was on the verge of breaking. And the moment the Sage vanished... so would the pact.
What would follow, none could predict.
And that uncertainty made the summit critical—perhaps even the most important one of their time.
Yet, just as the Prime Minister was about to signal the end of the session, a sharp voice broke through the stillness.
"Aren’t we all pretending to be blind to something far more urgent?"
The words came from Ross—the bespectacled minister seated beside the King. His expression was tight with frustration, his tone far from calm.
The Prime Minister’s brow creased. "Ross? What are you talking about?"
They had discussed every pressing matter. Or so he believed. What was this sudden protest?
Ross didn’t flinch. His eyes locked onto the Prime Minister’s.