The Martial Unity

The next day, Rui abstained from training, instead preparing himself for another audience with a member of the Royal Family. He had grown used to them by now, so he wasn't perturbed to any extent.

There wasn't really much to think about; he simply sky-walked over to the Royal Palace of the Mantian Region.

By the time he arrived, there were maids already ready at the front gate, bowing to him as he appeared.

"Welcome, Senior Quarrier, please allow us to guide you to His Highness."

Funnily enough, the journey of walking through the absurdly elaborate palace was more tiring to Rui than traveling across the Mantian Region. Just beholding the sheer extravagance and the lavishness that the Royal Family splurged on was something that he didn't care to be bothered with.

Eventually, they arrived at a large, exorbitant chamber in the Royal Palace; the doors opened immediately, revealing the seated visage of the Martial Prince along with three Martial Masters standing behind him and an array of maids and butlers across the entire chamber.

"Your Highness," Rui bowed.

"I have already informed you to abstain from observing such protocols, Senior Quarrier," The Martial Prince chided him with a gracious tone. "Have a seat. We have much to discuss."

Rui followed suit, taking a seat opposite to the Martial Prince, who simply stared at him.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting, Your Highness?" Rui asked.

Martial Prince rebuked him. "You know why

has been three months since our last meeting. I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten me, having

that the Martial Masters did not

you," Prince Raijun narrowed his eyes. "However, the sheer magnitude of the proposal that you made to me was such that even three months is rather swift a timeline. The decision I make on it will affect the course of history of

words were heavy, yet

entire faction extensively over the past three months. There are powerful and influential people who have invested in me and have a stake in my campaign. Only

He had nothing to say until he had heard what he had

Raijun's tone grew officious and ceremonious. "I accept your

or worse, this was the outcome of the decision he had

had become clear to him that he had no other way of going about it. If

quite difficult, but it was something that he was willing to tolerate. As long as he leveraged his new status as a Martial Squire

himself by leaving Prince Raul

of the princes and princesses were constantly trying to counter each other; this was especially true among the seven prime candidates for the throne.

ensure

and conditions of their agreement on the table. "Let us officiate

a single, albeit large, sheet of paper that documented the terms of the proposal that Rui had made to him three

important term mentioned in terms of their agreement, while the remaining half of the document

complete abstinence from any and all counteractive measures against Ranea Faction and the Raul Faction, Rui