Covet the position of the High Lord who rules all of Tadarin, and defeat the superior in the constant battle for ascension, gaining greater power and higher status.

That's what the chain of ascension is all about, isn't it? Any Tadarin has an equal chance - in fact, Aranak understands the truth, but the thing that makes the promotion to the second seat a little incomprehensible is that the conversation that is obviously promoting the two to form an alliance against Marash has become strange.

The gloves of steel completely covered the palms of Genara's hands, revealing not an inch of skin.

The fingertips of the steel glove were deliberately forged into an extension of the sharp claws.

The sharp fingertips made a faint white mark on the chest of Aranak's steel armor, and Aranak knew that using sharp objects or fingertips against his chest would cause a lot of psychological pressure, which was a good skill to use in negotiations. But what he didn't understand was why Genara was drawing circles around her chest—the fingertips of the steel rubbed against the armor of the steel, making a faint metallic twisting sound.

Of course, the armor protected Aranak's body from being scratched by Genara's fingertips, but as her fingertips turned, the star spirit's fingers seemed to have some kind of magical power, directly penetrating the armor and pressing thin on the skin.

It's like a kitten scratching its heart.

Alanak, who subconsciously thought that his heart was tempted by the promotion to the position of a high-ranking lord, narrowed his eyes carefully, staring at the female star spirit in front of him.

She's beautiful, there's no doubt about it. And now, with something more in front of Aranak than Gina Lame, the cunning Tadarin needs to discern whether the final promotion is poison or cake.

Now, for Aranak, thinking doesn't have to be necessary. Because becoming a High Lord is the dream and desire of all Tadarin, even if they are as cunning as Aranak, they will definitely not be an exception.

The second seat grabbed Qianqian's thin hand that was drawing circles on her chest, and then jerked it, staring her eyes into Jinara's eyes covered in a steel mask.

"I wish I could see the day when you become the first person to be promoted."

[This chapter is the end of the old and the beginning of the new, so it is a little short.] The author defines him as a chapter testimonial]

(End of chapter)