'What the fuck...?'
'Is he showing partiality? That Argon?'
'Is he trying to help his youngest? But why? Because he's a genius unlike ever before?'
These were the thoughts of the elders when Argon had asked the question.
After all, it was clear that Argon was trying to help Raven for whatever reason.
The most shocked ones, however, were the children of the Patriarch, sitting among the elders, as they had earned the elder title with accomplishments.
There were four, wearing masks, sitting in a line, called the Shrouders.
The Shrouders was a mandatory title for every direct descendant of the ruling Patriarch until the next Patriarch was decided.
Among them was a man sitting on the seat closest to the thrones, his violet eyes gleaming dangerously when he heard Argon's words.
'This... is new.'
He glanced at Raven, his eyes squinting.
'The youngest might be a bigger obstacle than I had thought.'
His gaze then turned toward another elder, sitting quite far from him.
