The seated man turned to look at the burly, hooded figure and smiled—of course, the latter couldn't see anything in the shadows of his hood.
"You said I wasn't being transparent enough," said the seated figure. "How about this then? These fine men will be the ones to lead the charge."
He paused for a moment, his lips forming a cruel grin. "And I'll be the one leading them."
Leading them? The portly, hooded figure thought in utter shock.
That means he, too, is a Mana Core Magus?! But how? I couldn't sense it at all…
Seeing him trembling in shock, the seated figure turned to him and smirked, "Cat got your tongue... Councilor Ives Ballard?"
The short and portly hooded figure standing in the center was none other than the Duke of Ravenfell, Ives Ballard!
He heaved a deep sigh and lowered his hood, revealing his appearance. He was an old man with blond hair and topaz eyes.
Frivolous, arrogant, and aloof, he was the same man who had always opposed Adam in the past.
