"I'm Wallace, an Otherworld King from The Blue of Heathanor."
The blue-haired man, finally introduced as Viktor, fell silent, his eyes rolling as though trying to search his memory for any history of it.
"The Blue of Heathanor..."
He mused as Wallace stared at him intensely.
"Actually, never heard of that... Must be some unimportant place."
"Hahaha."
King Kaedal chuckled by the side, but quickly fell silent when he felt the soul-piercing gaze of King Wallace.
"Now, with the introduction out of the way, and a bit more cordiality in the air..."
"May I ask what exactly we plan on doing with this world? I mean..."
He paused, then leaned closer, his eyes shifting faintly toward the group of Supernaturals.
"With them."
He completed.
"We only just formed an alliance for the purpose—"
King Kaedal tried to say, but he was silenced by King Wallace's piercing gaze once more.
"What is it again, Wallace?"
"Do you mind if I take this discussion with him?"
