Party

As Liam quietly cultivated in front of a mirror, he silently thought of how to go about this meeting.

The invitation was an obvious lie.

It was a bait.

And yet, the Echorian Royals accepted.

Whether or not they knew it was bait, was a different matter.

Obviously, the Queen herself was not coming to the party.

Even Usan's Rank 6 prowess could not earn him that privilege.

At most, some Rank 5's and Rank 4 Royals would arrive at the meeting.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Well, at least to Liam's knowledge. 

And yet, there were a few people that Liam was certain were coming.

Mostly, his old squadron/cohort/classmates.

Rin, Nord and Nessa, along with several others.

Day by day, their names were gaining popularity and attention, beside other growing individuals.

Of course, 'parties' between countries like these were always a pissing contest.