In the sea of doubtful eyes, Wallace knew that he himself couldn't be so confident. Their overlord, Full Moon Rosen, had been getting battered by sneak attacks from the other races recently. The council was not even over the fact that he had lost most of his power to humans. For them to be so assured of him conquering the mountain, Wallace had to do more than speak.
The king knew that as much as everyone did. However, if there was one thing that he could be so confident in when it came to Sinclair… it was that that brat had always been too proud. Sinclair would do whatever he liked, no matter what damages he incurred.
After all, he was a spoiled brat that had grown into a paragon of power. His parents had already lost power over him the moment the island named him overlord. The only reason he was holding back these days were the same humans that the council despised.