Chapter 1811 - Fake (4) (1/2)
The various Clan heads settled in, a bit nervous. Many of them had been running around like their hair was on fire for the past few years trying to reach Dyon's lofty standards. They didn't expect to be called less than 3 years after the first meeting.
”Thank you all for coming.” Dyon, who had settled into a seat at the helm, suddenly stood.
”First, I would like to apologize to you all.”
Dyon's words shocked those in attendance. Apologize? For what? Did something happen? Seeing Dyon lower his head slightly, they felt fl.u.s.tered.
Lifting his head, Dyon spoke. ”I erected the Arc of Humanity without seeking your approval first. I acted out of emotion and that was unacceptable. This won't happen again, I can promise you all that.”
Hearing these words, the heads were even more stunned. Though Dyon's words were correct, no one had ever felt any dissatisfaction about his actions. They all knew how much Mia and Bella meant to many within the Mortal Alliance. Their deaths saddened them all.
Technically, it was true that for such a large project, Dyon should have called a Mortal Meeting. But, no one faulted him for not doing so. However, Dyon didn't allow them to let him off the hook.
”This time may have not been a big deal, but I don't want to set this sort of precedent. The rules of the Mortal Alliance must be followed, even by those of the Sacharro Clan. That is my promise to you all.”
Very much unlike the first meeting, Dyon's actions this time filled those Clan Heads with warmth. Their gazes clearly softened. Instead of the fear and trepidation that had once been there, many began to feel loyalty and satisfaction toward their leader.
”I'll forge myself into a better leader so that our future will be brighter.” Dyon's resolute gaze met each and every one of their eyes before he sat once more.
”The first matter that I'd like to bring up this meeting is the possible addition of a new member of our alliance.”
The various officials began to whisper among each other as a group of nine women entered.
Glorianice bowed deeply to Dyon.
”Hello everyone. I come here today to beseech you all as the representation of my Dream Panther Clan. We hope to join the Mortal Alliance and become one of the pillars toward its bright future.”
If the numbered warriors saw the way the Nine they knew was acting now, their jaws would drop. Then they'd proceed to cut Dyon's skull open to understand just how he did it.