The group followed the old man into a circular chamber somewhere in the capital building. The circular room had rows of seats following the curvature that surrounded a center platform, similar to that of a stadium. In the seats were the Rul Family, the Erkshems’ regiment branches, and the ‘neutral’ Confine’s republic congressmen. The room was more or less silent with the different sides whispering within their groups.

The Rul’s side was made of people who seemed to be familiar to each other and quite of them looked similar with blond hair and green eyes. Generally they were all fairly peaceful and were the second most active group besides the Confines who all wore the silver and golden colored garments.

The Confines could be considered to be fairly obnoxious in how they looked at the other two forces with their deriding expressions. It seemed that the war that occurred a few years earlier was something that they took pride in. The ‘neutral’ group seemed to be the most aggressive in their attitudes.

The opposite of the Rul and Confines were the Erkshem. Most of them were completely silent with their eyes closed and they carried a type of ferocious undercurrent that could rip anything apart once it was stepped into. Some of them would open their eyes from time to time check on the situation around them before closing their eyes again.

Until now, Tus didn’t believe that he was really going with the group that he was swallowed into, to an important meeting that decided the relationship between the three forces. Before he went into Oblivion, he was a just commoner after all with a physical defect that directly affected his social status. So the idea of actually being in a place like this, to him, was surreal.

“Here are your seats.” Eor directed them to sit on the Erkshems’ side where there was an isolated group of four chairs. “If you have any questions or want any services, then please ask. I’ll be standing right here.” He stood off to the side, directing his vision to the center of the room.

Worill nodded and the four took their seats with him and Yarla sitting in the middle, Shel and Tus sitting at the sides where Tus was next to Worill who seemed to emanate a feeling of a guardian as he alertly, but subtly shifted his eyes.

Time passed as more of the seats filled up with the different representatives. Tus recognized one of them as the little kid he rescued earlier in the morning, who now was in a group of three. One was a masked guard, while the other was an older male who appeared to be Fifth’s father. He also wore the same gown with the same obscure symbols that seemed to gather waves of faint multicolored light. His face was serious as he looked at the other people of Rul.

The man then seemed to have felt Tus’s gaze and turned around. He saw Tus and nodded with a faint smile before he sat down in his chair, resuming his stern expression.

“Tus it is best if you don’t speak with anyone here.” Worill began a conversation. “Any kind of offense can result in your instant death if milady or I can’t help it.”

‘I’m already worried about you or your master trying to kill me! Why else would I remain this quiet when I want to speak my reasonable thoughts!’ Tus thought so, but he said “Thank you for the reminder” instead.

“It is no problem at all really. When you were on the road before, Shel almost killed you on the spot.” Worill spoke honestly. “Even though you sometimes seem to be insane, I know you have a good nature… The primary reason why I brought you into our circle is because I have a feeling that you are a bringer of good luck. I always trust my gut, and having you with us to give your good fortune, even acting as a lucky charm… it would be worth it for milady.”

‘If you knew I came from Oblivion and monsters are tempted to steal my clothes, then you would probably jump out of your skin. Although, I think I already told you about the clothes part... Wait! How did I become a lucky charm! Am I some sort of accessary? Who are you calling insane?! Bastard…’ Tus’s belligerent internal monologue continued for a while as Worill looked toward the center platform.

At this time, a middle aged man with a fair complexion and wearing a robe with a symbol of a empty cage that had silver and gold bars stood in the center of the room. When he appeared, everyone felt a pressure wash over their bodies. Eor, who stood to the left, waved his hand, and a protective transparent barrier enveloped Tus, with the latter accepting it peacefully. They expected this as the one who stood on the platform was a grade 11, a so called tier 1, basically a god amongst even grade 5’s. Any ordinary person who came near him would be blown away to bits and pieces due to the internal energy’s volatile expansion in the environment. It is like when a lightning bolt crosses the sky, the theory of the sound of thunder says that it is due to the intense heat that creates a temporary vacuum that has matter crash back to fill the gap. In the case of the internal energy, the air flow would shift with ‘hot’ energy sporadically spreading in the wind. It doesn’t create any sound, but anyone who isn’t far above the releaser in regards to strength would feel it.

He is the vice-president of Confine, Astar Fiel. What he did was a ‘greeting’ or a ‘your attention, please’ and it was effective. At most times, once someone reached a grade where their internal energy would leak out and cause harm to those without the proper resistance, they would keep it inside of themselves unless they are provoked by a threat. However, the best way to grab everyone’s attention at once, at least in this situation, was by utilizing the volatile energy, as everyone could feel it faster than they could hear the persons’ voice. Not to mention, the feeling of yourself being pressed down by an oceanic pressure would be more direct than someone yelling at you.

“I welcome everyone to the twelfth set of meetings. Today, we are going to discuss any further disputes concerning boundary and trade. If there are any other problems that need to be said, then please say them.” Astar spoke with a voice that seemed to engrave into the soul, making any normal person feel awed.

At this introduction, a person of Rul’s side stood up, “Since we discussed about the movements of your Confine near our Family’s holdings during the last meeting, there hasn’t been any change at all. I’ve received a report from my nephew that a group of your soldiers actually crossed the observed boundary…” As he spoke, auite a few people on his side agreed before he was interrupted by an ‘energetic’ individual.

“Now, now, you old… Excuse me, comrade. I know that our Country’s dealings have only been within our borders as we have strict handling of our military. Maybe your nephew has suffered from too much inbreeding and hallucinated from some mental disorder?” One of the higher ups of the Confine’s congressmen stood up and ‘politely’ refuted.