A contract appeared before everyone, and the expressions on their faces turned grim.
This blatant mistrust made everyone extremely uncomfortable.
Perhaps sensing everyone's apprehension, the Lord of Darkness explained sincerely:
"Sorry, for the safety of all, I must be cautious!
If word leaks out, I'm afraid our forces won't have time to assemble before being wiped out by nobles everywhere."
This was a realistic problem; compared to the Noble Consortium, the Cultist Group's strength was truly too meager.
The reasoning was sound, but no one dared to let down their guard; everyone stepped forward to check the contract for any issues.
Clearly, this mistrust was not isolated. Among the representatives of the cult organizations present, no one trusted anyone else.
The contract was signed, but the seeds of discord had been planted. The upcoming alliance was destined to be guided by each party's own interests.
...
In the Falcon Kingdom, at the Opili Manor.
