Chapter 1853 Mediator

Chapter 1853 Mediator

The air boiled.

It boiled tumultuously as the Devil made his declaration.

Rui gritted his teeth as he struggled to maintain his composure.

He failed.

Such was the horror that radiated from the Martial Sage touted as the Devil.

The Widowing Whisperer narrowed his eyes, glaring at the leader of the Fire Sect. Yet he didn't retort back.

Sage Damian Arrancar was the greatest maniac of the Martial Sages of the Kandrian Empire.

He was also the strongest. That wasn't the only reason that the Whispering Widower froze in his tracks at the threat that the Martial Sage brazenly declared.

That threat was the reason the Second East Panamic War had been triggered. Sage Damian killed a Martial Sage of the Britannian Empire by doing exactly what he had threatened to do.

By eating his heart.

"Calm down," the Mountain Fortitude narrowed his eyes. "You too, Lemolen. None of us will tolerate any sort of action, no matter how little, against the Void Prince just because he refused to divulge information he had no obligation to divulge."

The other Martial Sages turned their powerful gazes to the assassin Sage.

It was clear that this was a sentiment that they each shared.

"As far as their interests and demands go, they require longevity potions to ameliorate the lifespan-consuming effects of the Eye of Prophecy technique. They also seek security guarantees for full aid and cooperation from the Martial Union in the event they get attacked for their technique. Tertiarily, they also seek Martial Art resources that are exclusive to the Martial Union," Rui replied. "They have other requirements, but those are not of the Martial Union and will be handled by my faction."

He closed his eyes. "I am more than willing to serve as a mediator, should Your Sagehoods desire this of me."

That was what they sought of him: intelligence and aid.

The ten Martial Sages stared at him blankly for a moment.

RUMBLE

"Cut to the chase and right to the point," the Devil chuckled. "I like you, kid."

Rui turned towards Sage Damian Arrancar with a deep gaze. "It has been a long time, Your Sagehood."

He had met Kane's dad for a brief moment a long time ago, passing out in his presence the first time he entered the Arrancar Mansion.

It could barely be considered a meeting.

He didn't know what to think of the Martial Sage when he thought about Kane. The man had tormented Kane for a long time but had ultimately turned out to have done it for his sake so that his drive would ensure he realized his potential, unlike Fiona, whose father also happened to be sitting in the room.

In addition, Fae's grandmother was here too.

He closed his eyes, shaking his head inwardly. This was not a family-friend meeting; it was a serious council meeting that sought to maximize the gains from the opportunity of the Silas Clan.

"Prince Rui Quarrier Silas Kandria," the Flashing Flier calmly addressed him. "We are grateful for your willingness to mediate an audience with the Silas Clan. It is clear that you possess a much greater understanding of them than we do. Any and all information and aid that you are able to give will be greatly appreciated. You can rest assured that our objectives are to accommodate the Silas Clan in a position that is befitting of their power and contributions, just as we do with all Martial Artists in Kandria."

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