Before they had the opportunity to take the fight outside, Alexander suddenly jumped between the two of them.
"NO, DEFINITELY NO!" He yelled. "We are in the midst of a war. What would happen if one of you were to get injured?!"
The oppressive mana dropped and King Darius frowned at his son. "Such a spoil sport. Are you even a man?"
"What does that even have to do with this??" Alex sighed tiredly and glanced at the council.
"Please, let us all focus on the issue at hand. I believe I may have found a way to defeat the army of the dead."
The nobles immediately sat straighter, waiting for his next words.
Although many of them hated that Eliron was still in the room, the king's actions had basically been a form of acknowledgement.
"So far, our problem was that the enemy outnumbered us, and since it is impossible to match the enemy in numbers, we decided to find a single man that could make up for fifty thousand troops…"
The nobles nodded while the King watched patiently.
