Not Fit To Be King

After my vision was washed with a bright flash of white light, I soon came into a dark and enclosed room. In the middle was a large round table, roughly five meters in diameter, with a large chandelier hanging above it, right at its center, showering a dim orange light all over.

Around the table, there were already seven figures sitting down. All of their faces were familiar other than the two at the farthest end, a man and a woman, who were more than likely the remaining heads of the ancient families down the west and south.

"Sit down."

Goddess Vermeil said it solemnly.

I didn't want to break the atmosphere, so I did as was told, sitting down at the nearest vacant chair—the one between Ying Yue and another empty chair.

As soon as everyone was properly seated, Zeshion took the reins and began the meeting.