"Your current King's election score is... 24 points."
As the voice of the Holy Oak Envoy slowly fell, the entire drawing room suddenly became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
An unprecedented silence slowly enveloped the room, also permeating everyone's hearts.
Glaya's heart suddenly jolted.
24 points?
This number, compared to the scores of the other eight Princes, was laughably minuscule, hardly worthy of anyone's attention.
Yet, just ten days ago, this number had been −576.
In a mere ten days, it had surged by 600 points.
Of course, Glaya didn't believe that the few inconsequential things he had done could have caused such a massive change.
His gaze subconsciously turned towards Duke Tierus, the last to arrive, only to find his face still retained traces of astonishment and admiration.
As if he had anticipated the current events, but the outcome had still exceeded even the highest expectations.
What exactly... had happened?