An Extra’s POV

[The Next Day]

The hallway of the Royal Council looked exquisite as always.

Its polished floors, extravagant designs, and pristine scenery never dulled for the two months that Rey spent in his coma.

There seemed to be quite a few changes to the design of the place, and that was because the battle with Dagon had destroyed a portion of the main building. Still, rather than being a cause for degradation, the redesign worked in favor of the overall aesthetics of the palace.

As Rey and his friends strolled into the inner sanctum, he recognized that there were a lot more security officers than usual, and once he asked, his questions were answered very swiftly.

"Some influential figures are going to be present in today's meeting, so this is a culmination of their guards and ours." The one who did the honors of replying to him was Lucielle, and she did it ever so eagerly.

He smiled and thanked her, hoping she wouldn't use the opportunity to try what she did the previous day.

Thankfully, she did not.

"You're welcome. Once we get inside, I'll take my place beside the Councilors. Brutus is already waiting inside, since I offered to get you all myself."

Right now, Lucielle was leading the charge of Rey, Belle, Clark, and Justin. Ater said he was busy with other businesses, so he excused himself.

As such, the Grand Mage was the only adult in the group--at least, by Earth's standards.

"How kind of you..." Rey mumbled, his guard raised once again.

'Is she trying to get closer to me again? She must really want us to have that conversation, huh?'

"It's no problem. If it wasn't me, it would have been Brutus. I just don't like staying in that stifling place with those old nobles and so-called important men of the Alliance."

Her gaze trailed from him to the rest of the Otherworlders, and she kept on speaking. "They were once nobles of the Kingdoms before the war, and since they still hold sizable influence and wealth--plus, they make contributions to the cause--they are recognized by the Alliance."

In essence, appropriate respect was accorded to them despite them not being directly in control of the Alliance.

why can't they be selected as members of the Royal Council. Last I checked, there were three vacant seats." Rey asked, once again diverting her gaze

that..." She smiled and shrugged. "Most of them aren't interested in the position, since they would rather live in the South, where

what of the ones who

"I'm sure one of you could make better

power. Unknown to them, being

Activities in order to attain wealth. There was hardly any legitimate means to get rich, since the Alliance itself still required

really matter. They won't be getting their hands on the

referred to the aristocats made Rey a little amazed. He looked at the other three and found similar expressions on their

think you're being a bit... I don't know... disrespectful towards the important men of the Alliance?" He asked with a

against the Grand Mage? They need me more than I need them. Plus... they couldn't touch a hair on my body unless

coupled with the confident way she spoke, made Rey's

to everyone as Ralyks." Her gaze narrowed

strong. Stronger than anyone else... there's a

but they all looked at the two who kept staring at each

agree, Rey

He disliked it when

when he realized why, shrugging as he answered her

"I agree."

unfathomably strong had a lot of perks. They

But…

more then? More power, money, or whatever you desire? If you're strong enough, why are you satisfied

positions of power. It was probably because someone of her caliber couldn't work under those less competent

Royal Council and fights humanity's wars as

things on his own terms. However, for Lucielle, she followed the orders of the Council

to associate with power. If I'm this strong, I should at least help

duty on you? If you choose not

"Me."

"Hmm?"