“What?” Maestro of Death exclaimed thoughtlessly. “We cannot afford to wage a full-on war with Puting Araw in our pitiful state!”
“Pitiful?” Black Devil turned his head towards Maestro of Death. He was deeply offended. He stood up and smashed both of his hands on the table. “With Overlord Sitan in our ranks. We are invincible! Do you doubt his-”
“Quiet.” Sitan’s eerily calm voice sounded out. His tone was that of a king’s. However, it was different from Hayden’s. Sitan’s was more of a demonic king’s, not a divine king’s. “Sit down, Black Devil. As for you, Maestro of Death. Are you doubting the capabilities of the organization you’ve invested on?”
“N-no, Your Excellency.” Maestro of Death was subdued by this aura. He was a mere Level 3 wielder. He can’t possibly fight a Level
