As Kaino spoke, he glanced around the room for support and received a few nods from his people.
But he couldn’t help but curse the moment he saw some of the council members averting their eyes.
The ones who nodded were those loyal to him in the council. But the others, many of whom were loyal to the Saint, opposed him by displaying visible frowns.
The last group were those who weren’t interested in his enmity with the Saint. They remained silent, showing neutral faces.
Regardless, Kaino thought better of it. At the very least, he had received backing from other members of the council.
’I have the sentiments.’
He felt a sense of satisfaction going over his plans in his head. The sentiment of most of the resistance was with him. Who wouldn’t want the rescue of their comrades? Of those they called family.
The resistance was considered a safe place for many of them. A family. What family abandoned their own?
’She’ll have no choice.’
Kaino hid his smile. How long had he been searching for an opportunity like this... To get rid of this accursed lineage and rule the resistance like he was supposed to.
Satisfied with the support he gathered, Kaino turned back towards the Saint. But her abyss like eyes made his earlier confidence evaporate.
’Those eyes...’ Kaino clenched his fists underneath the round table. He hated those eyes. Eyes that stared without any emotion, like they could see through all things.
’It changes nothing.’
Her father also had the same gaze, and look how he ended up... Dead.
Kaino felt another wave of confidence, and he straightened in his seat, feigning worry.
"Our people look up to us for protection. If we don’t show we can protect them, we’ll lose their trust."
Another round of nods followed, and Kaino almost cheered when he saw the faint frown tug at the Saint’s face.
"You’re right, Kaino."
Kaino froze. He hadn’t expected her to agree with his words.
’What game are you playing?’
He tried to peer through her eyes. Nothing. Just cold, emotionless eyes staring back.
"We foster hope," Anorah continued. "We do not abandon our people. Which is why I’m a bit surprised, Kaino. For a man who seems to care so much, I would expect you to be tearing down those prison walls yourself, instead of sitting here, spitting words."
A hush fell over the council. The members could practically feel Kaino boiling.
"I wouldn’t dare carry out any operations without your permission," Kaino forced out. "More so, in cases like this, it is important to renew the people’s faith, that their Saint is with them. You’re in the best position to carry out the mission. You are the leader of this resistance, after all."
"Hmm, that’s right, I am the leader of the alliance." The Violet Saint tapped a finger against the round table. "My apologies, sometimes I tend to forget when fuckers like yourself talk out of place."
Kaino’s eyes flared at the insult, but he wasn’t given a chance to speak.
"I believe it’s more necessary to show the people that the resistance can function without the direct aid of their leader. After all, if my council can’t handle something as simple as this, then what’s the point of occupying your current seats?"
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