As the doors to the meeting room swung open, a handsome middle-aged man appeared before Isaac and the ten councilors.
He looked to be in his forties or fifties, but his actual age was actually close to eighty.
This was thanks to how well he took care of himself—plus the help of advanced technology and Pokémon.
An interesting statistic noted that many chaebol presidents in Wyvernia passed away before reaching a hundred years old.
Considering the average lifespan of ordinary citizens was around 120, it was ironic that the wealthy elites lived shorter lives.
Perhaps this had something to do with their extravagant lifestyles.
Of course, there were exceptions—long-lived individuals—but they were relatively rare.
William's father had been the previous champion of Wyvernia. And the recently deceased Wyvernian champion, Andrew, also had significant ties to the Lancaster family.
"Gentlemen, I heard you intend to elect an interim president," William said, his tone calm as he addressed the ten council members. But everyone knew it was a challenge.
"Patriarch Lancaster, Isaac's public approval rating has fallen below 10%. According to Wyvernia's First Statute, we, the Ten Councilors, have the authority to temporarily elect a new President," the Ninth Councilor declared.
"The Ninth Councilor is correct. Isaac is no longer fit to serve as Wyvernia's President," the Third Councilor added.
William's sudden appearance was unexpected, but now that the arrow was launched, they had to let it fly—only by removing Isaac could their faction succeed.
Although he hadn't explicitly discussed this with the Ninth Councilor, the two understood each other perfectly.
To depose Isaac, they first had to deal with William.
They exchanged a glance, silently forming an alliance.
"The First Statute was indeed established to prevent incompetence in presidentship. But as you all know, this incident was not Isaac's fault—it was simply an accident."
"Yet as the President, he must take responsibility!" the Ninth Councilor retorted sharply.
It didn't matter whether it was fair or not. As long as the public outrage was boiling over, the President had to shoulder the blame.
"Patriarch Lancaster, if you're here to protect Isaac, I suggest you leave. Isaac must step down today," the Third Councilor stated firmly.
While the Five Star Group was indeed the most powerful chaebol in Wyvernia, the other councilors also had their own backers. Individually, they might not match Five Star Group's influence, but collectively, even William had to yield.
The Second, Fourth, Sixth, and Eighth Councilors stood on Isaac's side, so they couldn't be counted. Had all Ten Councilors wanted Isaac gone, even William's intervention would have been futile.
But with four Councilors supporting Isaac and William's arrival, the situation had reached a stalemate.
"Don't be in such a rush. I believe you'll change your mind very soon," William said with a faint smile.
When the Third Councilor heard this, he frowned slightly—that smile on William's face gave him an uneasy feeling.
Almost as if to confirm his sense of unease, his phone suddenly rang. And not just his—several Councilors' phones went off simultaneously.
"Go ahead, take your calls," William said calmly.
The Third Councilor saw the number on the screen and felt an ominous premonition. He answered, "Hello?"
The other Councilors picked up their calls as well.
It didn't take long for the expression on each Councilor's face to change.
A few minutes later, the Third Councilor hung up, turned to William, and said, "Patriarch Lancaster… well played."
The call had been from the chaebol backing him. The gist of it was simple: Ordering him to drop the motion to remove Isaac under the First Statute.
As for why? Clearly, William had offered something valuable enough to sway them.
Watching the other Councilors—all from his faction—finish their calls with similar grim expressions, the Third Councilor's face went completely dark.
He didn't even need to ask what the calls had been about.
After these Councilors hung up, they all exchanged helpless glances with the Third Councilor.
Their respective chaebol backers had all been bought off by William's deal.
Of course, they could defy their patrons—but that would only invite retaliation. The same power that had put them in their seats could just as easily remove them and install more obedient replacements.
So, naturally, they chose to comply.
Only the backers behind the Ninth and Tenth Councilors hadn't called—and even if they did now, it wouldn't make any difference.
With half the Councilors withdrawing support for the emergency election, the First Statute could no longer be invoked—meaning Isaac would remain in power.
"I trust you've all reached your decisions. Then, if you'll excuse me," William said with a smile before turning to leave.
The Third Councilor and the others looked sullen—but they couldn't change anything.
"Patriarch Lancaster, let me see you out!" Isaac said eagerly.
No one was happier than Isaac. His position was secure again, and with William's open backing, his influence would be even stronger going forward.
BOOM!!
Just as the staff opened the conference room doors, a deafening explosion suddenly echoed through the building, followed by a tremor that shook the floor.
"What's happening?! Are the protesters rioting again?!" Isaac roared.
BOOM!!
The next second, another blast erupted—even louder than before.
"President! Five unknown individuals have broken in! They're too strong—we can't stop them!" a panicked staff member rushed in.
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At the Blue House entrance, Julian, Pierce, and the other three had already arrived. Each of them wore a Ditto on their face, so their appearances had been altered.
But some people were recognizable no matter how much their appearance changed—especially Julian.
The Silver-White Metagross casually tossed aside anyone—human or Pokémon—who stood in its way like they were trash.
"Honestly, what's the point of changing your face when you've got that thing with you?" Ember couldn't help but complain.
After all, a Silver Metagross was unique to the Walker family—there was no mistaking it. Unlike her own Blaziken, which could belong to any random trainer.
"Of course it matters. As long as I don't admit it, they won't have solid proof," Julian shot back.
The Blue House's defenses were formidable—normally, there were 2,000 Wyvernian soldiers stationed there, along with three Elite-level trainers.
On a normal day, Champion Andrew would have been there too.
But now that Andrew was dead, the remaining forces were no match for Julian and his team.
In just a few minutes, the soldiers and their Pokémon had all been taken down by the five of them.
As for the three Elite trainers—they were also on the verge of defeat.
When Salamence finally took down the last Elite-level Pokémon, the group pushed forward and entered Blue House.
"Too bad we can't show our real faces for this," Asher sighed.
Still, he pulled out his phone and snapped a quick selfie.
Breaking right into the political core of an entire country—now that was something worth bragging about for generations!
It was just too bad they couldn't reveal their true identities.
Right now, the five of them were posing as illegitimate children of Wyvernia's chaebol families—children who were fed up with Isaac's actions and had stepped forward to overthrow him in this dramatic way.
This way, what they were doing would have nothing to do with Drakoria—even if they died, they would die as "Wyvernian patriots."
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