Chapter 210: Ch 206 lots
It puzzled them. Doesn’t he want more merit? But they knew that couldn’t be true—not when those merit points were directly tied to a future posting that would place someone above all Grand Admirals and just below the Imperial Family.
And yet, they also understood—Ezra was giving up the spotlight he already had... and handing it to them, just to earn their goodwill.
Goodwill and their favor—that’s what they all thought Ezra was after. Yet, despite their suspicions, they couldn’t help but feel grateful. Even the bitterness they’d once held toward Grand Admiral Ezra began to fade.
After all, he didn’t have to do what he was doing—giving up control of a higher-level zone in favor of a lower one. Even if he wanted their goodwill, this was a sacrifice that went beyond what anyone expected. Still, the Wheel of Time—or fate, or circumstance—seemed to side with them, and for now, that’s all that mattered.
They chose to see it as a favor Ezra was doing for them, one they’d remember. If he ever came asking, they’d repay him—support him in matters that wouldn’t cost them too much. These were the concessions they were ready to make.
The six of them exchanged a look, each noticing the same flicker in the others’ eyes. Unspoken but understood: they were all thinking the same thing. There was no need for pretense, no point in acting like they were reluctant to accept the gesture, or pretending they had no choice.
They knew better. Especially now—with only a few hours left before they departed for the battle ahead. It had already been nearly an hour, and yet they hadn’t even finalized the distribution of territories that each of the seven was supposed to attack and take over. Worse still, they hadn’t even begun preparing the war strategies they might need.
Even if the Minotaur Clan was far weaker than them, that didn’t mean they could afford to leave things undecided or remain unprepared. That simply wasn’t an option. And yet, here they were—still stuck in the same place.
Grand Admiral Elira was the first to speak.
"Then let me thank you first, Grand Admiral Ezra, for doing us this favor—at your own risk. It’s not something I’ll forget."