The two fourth rankers once again started their staring contest, completely ignoring the young emperor.
The emperor exhaled, "We could have ended it today."
"We can end it today," Damian said in the most casual tone. All eyes now focused on him. He added, "With my waygates we could get half of the Empire's third rankers and half of Eldoris's—and all of mine. We can end the demons' reign by night."
"And why would you do that, Almighty Morph Vialist?" the blue-robed female mage from Faerunia asked with skepticism.
"Time," Damian said simply, to the confusion of everyone.
"Time?" the mage asked again.
"Yes," Damian replied. "I will do as much help as possible to end this issue—as long as this alliance agrees to give me one thing in return: a signed mana contract that for a hundred years no kingdom will attack another, unless the kingdom is in serious threat from other powers—land, air, or sea."
All present in the room looked at him as if he had lost his marbles.
