"If the Heavenly Flame Dynasty dispatched troops to attack us, with our pellet-sized strength, how could we possibly resist?"
"When that time comes, not only will our people be plunged into an abyss of suffering, but when we are forced to surrender after defeat, it will only be viewed as defeated captives begging for peace. What room for negotiation would there be?"
Alex, sitting on the side, nodded. "Your Majesty's words actually make a lot of sense."
"However, for such a major matter as becoming a vassal state, should you not still discuss it with your royal relatives and officials?"
"There is no need to discuss it!" Ebon slammed the table, finalizing the decision on the spot.
"For so many years, the Mourning Candle Dynasty has been isolated and helpless, left at the mercy of others. I have had enough of living like a dead ruler!"
"Now that Saint Lord Alex has arrived, it is like a great drought finally meeting sweet rain. How could I let this opportunity slip by?"
