"If we can initially master the Axis Sword Seal, perhaps we can use its power to nourish the soul. If we can go further and manipulate the Shadow Gate, it would be much more convenient."
Roger’s hands didn’t stop moving as he controlled his body to move swiftly.
Within the magnificent council hall, sat the Great Nobles at the pinnacle of power in the Servel Kingdom.
Yet at this moment, within the enclosed hall, these nobles, who usually maintained the so-called etiquette, were not much different from the citizens arguing in a tavern.
"War is impossible, it is never possible."
A middle-aged man with a neat mustache spoke loudly.
"If we initiate war, who will bear the enormous costs of war?"
"Is it you, Deguine, or is it you, Velock?"
"Let whoever wants to fight go ahead, but I absolutely disagree!"
"We all know how barren the land bordering the fortress is; even if we can win the war, the price we pay is far greater than what we gain!"
"The situation is beyond our control now, for it is they who want war, not us. While we argue here, the secret spies of the Federation might have already infiltrated every corner of the kingdom."
"How is that possible?"
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"That’s because they lack a sufficiently deadly lure."
A muffled sound silenced the council hall instantly. Everyone tensed their muscles instinctively, looking towards the head of the long table.
There lay a golden throne twice the width of a normal one.
On the throne sat an elderly man, bloated and with white hair and beard.
His skin was thin, almost transparent, clearly showing the fine blood vessels beneath. His eyes were cloudy, gaze unfocused as he looked ahead.
Even breathing seemed a laborious task for him. He tapped the table, making a dull knocking sound, "This is a war that must be launched."
"After this war, only one between us and the opposing Federation can remain."
"But before the war begins, there are more important matters around the border and fortress waiting for us."
"This matter is the reason for the war."
After saying a long passage in one breath, the elderly Philip III paused for quite a while, but no one dared to interrupt him this time.
"A month ago, the border fortress was attacked, though this is just the official line."
"In reality, we did suffer an attack; the number of deaths exceeded five times what was announced. Our attackers were not Federation spies or those Transcendent beings, but..."
"No, you can’t say that!"
Philip III’s face gleamed with excitement, "It was a soulless shell, perhaps once belonged to a god!"
"Can you imagine? Even just falling freely, that body nearly obliterated our fortress!"
His voice suddenly risen, "Tell me, everyone!"
"Give me a reason not to wage war!"
"We must retrieve that body from the border to the Royal City!"
"Now, does anyone oppose?"
After a long silence, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Your Majesty, where is it?"
"Is it in our hands?"
Everyone’s breathing slightly halted.
Philip III shook his head, "It is indeed in the fortress, but buried deep underground!"