Chapter 136: Those are all my words!

Two days later, the Spartan Elder Council.

In the spacious and solemn council hall, aristocrats of Divine Blood, draped in white robes and accustomed to a life of privilege, sat arranged according to the rank of their lineage on the circular marble steps. Though they were of advanced age and occasionally dozed off, the muscles under their refined garments were knotted, and Divine Blood coursed through their veins, making them resemble aging lions lying in wait within their own territories.

"Gentlemen, the Trojans, under the guise of diplomacy, audaciously abducted Princess Clytemnestra within the halls of Mycenae's Royal Palace. This is not only a disgrace to King Agamemnon and the Mycenaeans but a disgrace to all Spartans! A foreign nation that once barely survived under our ancestors' rule now dares to insult us so openly. If we do not respond in kind, others might indeed think the Spartans have lost their edge!"