"Miss Milena, we're not here to become your food," the leading Warlock of the Warlock Council replied.

The man had a very intimidating presence, attracting almost all eyes to him.

The most notable thing about him seemed to be the wings on his back. He had four eagle-like wings on his back, two on each side. The winds were pure white with a tint of gold on them.

He had long blonde hair and pale eyes matching his hair. His beautiful white robe matched his aura and his wings, making his presence seem more intimidating.

On top of his royal white attire, there were golden shoulder plates on his clothes.

"Then tell me. What are you here for? What were you hoping to get?" Milena asked, amused.

"We know you hurt the last envoy that the Warlock Council sent. And that in itself is enough reason for the Warlock Council to attack you. But we don't want to do that. We still want to have friendly relations with the Divine Empire," the blonde-haired man replied.

"So we came here personally, to talk. Don't misunderstand our willingness to come here despite all that happened as our weakness. It's just our good manners. So don't ruin our good intentions," he added.

"What good intentions? Aren't you just here to beg for that stone?" Milena asked, smiling. "I'll give you the same choice I gave your last envoy. Leave while you have the chance. If you don't leave, you know what will happen."

"Queen Milena, please don't overreact. Think carefully. We aren't asking for anything special. All we need is that one stone. You don't have any use for it either, do you?" the blonde-haired man asked.

"Why do you want to offend the Warlock Council for something you'll never use?"

"Offend you? You come here begging for something which doesn't belong to you. Do you really think you have any right to be offended for not getting what you begged for?" Milena asked a question of her own.

"I'll give you three seconds. Leave and forget that stone. That's all," she added before she closed her eyes. "After that, you won't be our responsibility."

The blonde-haired man stared at Milena, frowning. No matter how nicely they asked, it didn't matter. She wasn't willing to listen.

He turned back and started leaving, subtly glancing at their last envoy, who was now working for Milena.

The three of them left the Royal Palace of the Divine Empire. None of them were stopped when leaving.

A chopper was waiting for them. They entered the chopper, which started flying.

Sitting inside the helicopter, a dark-haired Warlock sighed deeply.

"That girl is really too arrogant. Sir, why didn't you tell her your real identity?" he asked, glancing at the blonde-haired man.

"That's right. If you had told her that you were one of the Seven Leaders of the Warlock Council, she would have listened seriously. She thought you were just a random envoy. She didn't know who she was talking to."

"That's right. Why did we have to leave? You could have mopped the floor with her if you were serious. I don't think we needed to leave, right?"

The two Warlocks that were a part of the three men team started speaking, not understanding the decision of the blonde-haired man to leave.

The blonde-haired man didn't say anything. He simply folded his arms while closing his eyes. The helicopter left the Divine Empire airspace.

....

The Nation of Alekia was close to the Nation of Elisium, but the two weren't neighbors. There was one more nation between the two.

A commercial flight landed in the Nation of Alekia. Only one person came out from the flight.

The man went through the check before he left the airport.

The man was none other than Tristan. He was carrying a Katana in his bag, which he managed to get past the security.

It was only after he left the airport that he opened his bag to look at his katana. He again closed the bag.

He got a cab to get to his destination.

The city he was currently inside wasn't an important city in Alekia. It was a second-tier city in Alekia on the list of priorities which made it easier for Triston to do almost anything in the city.

"This should be the place. Stop right here," he told the driver.

The driver stopped the car, letting Tristan leave.

As he left, Tristan looked on his right to see a ten-story building. It was the office of many moderate-sized companies. Each floor of this building was being leased by an organization that couldn't afford to build a place of their own.

Tristan easily entered the building and went inside the lift, which took him to the terrace.

He left the lift.

Leaving the lift, Tristan was stunned. "What the heck? Can't you two wait for the night before jumping on each other?"

A young man and a middle-aged lady were having sex on the roof, unaware of their surroundings as they kissed.

It was Tristan's voice that brought them out of their own little world.

"Arghh!" Hearing Tristan's voice, the two stood up, looking for their clothes.

"Don't you have any manners? Peeping on a young lady secretly?! What kind of a pervert are you? Leave right now!" The middle-aged lady asked Tristan after covering her body.

"Young lady? Where?" Tristan asked, surprised. He started looking everywhere. "Why don't I see a young lady?"

"Don't you see me, dumba*s?" The dark-haired lady asked, upset.

"You?" Initially stunned, Tristan burst into laughter. "My grandma would be younger than you."

"You! Shameless man!"

"Enough chit chat! Get dressed and leave before I get upset," Tristan warned the lady.

"What will you do if you get up-"

The lady didn't back off arguing, but the young man chimed in. He didn't let the lady finish as he held her hand.

"Let's not argue with him. If he tells others about this or clicks pictures, we'll be in a mess. If your husband finds out about it, you know what will happen, right?" The young man whispered in the ears of the lady.

Hearing his words, the lady seemingly understood what he was trying to say.

"We'll leave!" She told Tristan as she started wearing her clothes. "The least you can do is turn around!"

"I never show my back to people. In any case, it's not like I haven't seen all there is to see," Tristan replied, smiling.

The lady and the young man got dressed, right in front of Tristan since he wasn't looking away.