Chapter 642
"I accept," Alba replied as she finally loosened her tensed body, her shoulders dropping slightly as if a heavy weight slid off them.
"Really? Are we seriously doing this, Alba?" Lance asked, his frown deepening while he glared at the clan leader.
His voice carried a low rumble through the room, almost vibrating against the polished table.
"Yes," Alba answered as she lifted her head to face the others. A small smile tugged at her lips.
"For him to bring up something like this and approach us with such confidence, it means he knows exactly what he is doing.
He believes he can execute this coup, and with how bold his approach is, I believe it too.
Things have remained stagnant for too long in this world. A change is coming, and I feel like he will be the cause of it. I want to be a part of that. So what do you all say?"
'And more importantly, I refuse to let any other clan get their hands on him.
