Chapter 132 - How to keep the nobles from backstabbing you

The instant Lanling and his entourage entered the throne room, the already tense atmosphere seemed to reach a new peak. Several gazes attempted to mask their hostility, but most failed.

Lanling had grown up in far worse environments and was used to such animosity, while Haruki was naturally sensitive to people's moods.

Standing before the throne, Lanling turned to glance back at the gathered audience. He wasn't sitting—not out of respect for Rowan, but because he found the chair unworthy of his presence. Instead, he stood with quiet defiance.

"All twenty mages are gathered?" he asked, seeking verbal confirmation despite sensing the dense mana that filled the room.

A muscular nobleman in dark brown formal wear stepped forward, his head bowed and an amicable smile hanging on his lips as he responded on behalf of the nobles present. There seemed to be a silent affirmation in everyone's gazes.