Chapter 195: Only when it's too late does one regret

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Legendary Mages who had been waiting outside followed in behind Carl and Miller after President Draculus had seated himself.

They first greeted William, then exchanged greetings with the nobles of Saral who stood to welcome them before taking their seats.

Chairs rose behind Fran and the nobles as well, and they too sat down.

"Your Majesty the King," Draculus began in a steady voice, "this time, the Mage Association has been too arrogant."

Dressed in a purple-black robe with his brown hair tied back and resting lightly on his left shoulder, his angular face carried a slight smile, and beneath thick eyebrows were a pair of profound eyes—he was a very calm and confident man.

Although he should be over ten thousand years old, he looked to be about Fran's age.

Even though he was admitting mistakes, he sounded as if he were chatting casually with a friend.