“Your Majesty, are we really going to help those Bouldraks?” asked a Rank Five Phantom Crow as it landed inside the open-air black hall where the Phantom Crow King was.0

The Phantom Crows had always been known for bloodlust and brutality—not for lending a hand, let alone sending an army into someone else’s war.0

For as long as the Rank Five Phantom Crow could remember, their king had never bothered with anything as tedious or thankless as helping others.0

Even with the Bouldrak King reluctantly offering two microplanes as payment, it still felt out of character for their king to take on such a request.0

“Fool. Of course, we are not doing it just to help. I could not care less about that law contract I signed with the Bouldrak King. With...0