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"Your Excellency!"

The atmosphere inside the massive war tent shifted in an instant, as if an unseen force had swept through the space, demanding absolute attention and discipline. Every single individual present snapped to their feet without hesitation, their movements synchronized to perfection as they executed a crisp and practiced military salute.

The sheer weight of authority and respect in the air was almost suffocating, a force so tangible that it could be felt pressing against the skin like an unseen pressure. It wasn't just about protocol—there was genuine reverence in the way they stood, their backs straight, their gazes unwavering.

A brief silence followed, heavy and expectant.

Then—

"Oh? You're all here?"

Robin's sharp, discerning gaze swept across the tent, his golden irises flickering with a subtle glint of curiosity as he scanned the faces of the gathered warriors.