King Wallace asked with even greater suspicion.
"Well, would you rather I sit on the fence instead, accepted not by the Supernaturals and neither by Otherworlders, or is a Third Otherworld King's power of too little importance to whatever you have planned with the Supernaturals?"
"I think we should tell him."
King Kaedal said.
"King Kaedal, this..."
King Wallace tried to say, but was cut off.
"I mean, what use is keeping him on the fence? So he was a bit late and didn't partake in the war? Big deal!"
"Besides, all of these Supernaturals have so much more power in numbers, and all we've currently got are just three Otherworlder Kings."
"Do we really want to reduce that number to two because of some suspicious feeling of yours that has been cleared more than enough times already, Wallace?"
King Kaedal said with an eye roll, pouring himself another cup of juice.
The words made King Wallace hum as he settled back in his seat.
