Now that Ryan had returned to the village after defeating the holy knights.
The commotion he encountered was over a matter the elves had been planning without consulting him at all.
Even though he had proclaimed himself King during the battle.
Up until now, he hadn't taken it that seriously.
Furthermore, there was something he couldn't help but ask himself.
What did being a king actually imply?
Protecting the villagers?
Or sitting on a throne and simply giving orders with arrogance?
The latter was something that always bothered him about hierarchies.
Whether they were demon kings or a deity.
Now that he was standing before the crowd of elves and his entire party.
Irina, very shy, took a step forward.
"P... Please, Kenia! This isn't the place to talk about that."
The old woman was about to speak but was interrupted.
"Tsk." Helen clicked her tongue, intimidating Irina.
Then she planted herself firmly in front of her, invading her personal space.
