It was crucial for the delegations to personally witness the power of the Kingdom of Orinthia and the Church of Light, which would greatly aid in future collaborations.
No one responded to Duke Dzemael's words, but the nonchalant attitudes of everyone present provoked him further.
Why did none of these people show any signs of concern?
What had gone wrong?
Finally, Hanjun stood up and gave Duke Dzemael the answer.
"Is your performance over? If you have any more plans, feel free to share them. I could use a good laugh."
Hanjun's arrogant attitude twisted Duke Dzemael's face with rage, but he couldn't comprehend why, after ordering the knights to take imdiate action against anyone who moved, they still hadn't made a single move—even though Hanjun had already stood up.
Hanjun provided the explanation himself: "Are you wondering why none of these n are reacting to my movents?"
Duke Dzemael glared at him, offering no response, which was the best reply he could give.
Duke Dzemael stared fiercely at his knights, but none of them answered him.
They didn't even et his gaze.
It beca clear to Duke Dzemael that soone must have tampered with them.
Seeing Hanjun so relaxed, could it be that the Church of Light was behind this?
Yet, looking around at the other knights in the room, Duke Dzemael still didn't believe anything was truly out of his control.
These were all minor issues, predictable setbacks.
Even if these few knights were silenced, what difference did it make?
He still had plenty more at his disposal, and everyone present remained his hostage.
Not to ntion, the queen and princess were still under his control as well.
In this situation, what could the Church of Light possibly do?
Did they no longer care about the lives of these people?
After thinking this through, Duke Dzemael felt at ease, believing there was nothing left to worry about.
A smug grin spread across his face as he spoke, "So what? Do you think you can escape from here? Or perhaps you believe you can get these people out?"
As soon as Duke Dzemael finished speaking, everyone's gaze shifted toward Hanjun.
Although they had been inford of the situation before entering, the fact remained that swords and spears do not have eyes.
If Duke Dzemael initiated violence, their lives would still in danger.
At this mont, Hanjun was the only person who gave them a sense of security, and they all hoped he could save them.
Hanjun smiled indifferently.
Duke Dzemael was rely struggling in vain at this point.
"Oh, really? Are you so sure that I can't get them out safely?"
Duke Dzemael's expression changed upon hearing this.
A sense of unease crept into his heart.
His pulse quickened, and he didn't dare utter another word.
Instead, he shouted, "Take action now!"
But before his words had fully left his mouth, the doors of the conference room were kicked open from the outside.
The force of the kick knocked out the two knights guarding the entrance, and another group of people rushed in.
The loud commotion caught everyone's attention.
The knights who entered the room were imposing and majestic, yet the first reaction from everyone in the room was to cover their mouths, stifling laughter.
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The scene was simply too comical.
Just monts ago, when they saw Duke Dzemael, they had thought he was formidable, which had caused great concern among those present.
But now, the atmosphere has completely changed.
Under Hanjun's words, the threat posed by Duke Dzemael was significantly diminished.
And with that powerful kick that sent the knights Duke Dzemael had brought flying, it only served to further make a mockery of him in front of everyone.
Duke Dzemael's face turned ashen, but what shocked him even more was the sight of the knights walking in through the doors.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Duke Dzemael shouted in disbelief.
It wasn't just a surprise—he had already taken control of the entire palace.
There shouldn't have been any other knights appearing here.
How did they get in?
Where were the n he had stationed outside?
The people entering from the doorway were a mix of knights and players, and naturally, the one who kicked open the door was an overzealous player who had eagerly accepted the mission.
At first, the knights were a little disapproving of such reckless behavior, but after seeing the situation in the conference room, they had only one thought: "Good kick!"
The captain of the Knights of the White Wolf entered the room and imdiately walked toward King Varis, kneeling on one knee as he said, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry for arriving late."
King Varis waved his hand dismissively, clearly not holding it against him.
It was only now that Duke Dzemael fully understood.
King Varis had known all along about today's events, and before he could even make his move, the king had already prepared everything in advance.
In other words, all the actions Duke Dzemael had just taken were witnessed by King Varis, who might have even been secretly laughing at him the whole ti.
At this realization, Duke Dzemael's face grew even darker.
His knights huddled together, forming a protective circle around him, fending off the attack from the Knights of the White Wolf while also keeping a wary eye on the players nearby.
Duke Dzemael was still holding onto hope that his forces would arrive in ti, or that Duke Haillenarte would manage to capture the Queen and Princess Sarah.
If that happened, even if today's operation failed, they would at least be able to escape, and everything could be dealt with later.
"You think I've only made these arrangents?" Duke Dzemael's voice was harsh, clearly trying to bolster his own confidence.
At that mont, Hanjun suddenly spoke up.
"Are you referring to your plans for the Queen and the Princess? We've known about that for quite so ti. The Queen and Princess are perfectly safe now. As for your accomplices, if they haven't co to rescue you by now, they've likely already fled."
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