Zenova didn't answer quickly.
She first elegantly poured a cup of spirit extract of a Low-Level Exalt Grade Fruit for Davis and then had Esvele take it to him since she was seated quite a distance away, no longer that picky about the seating position, mostly because this was just an informal banquet.
Fiery yet secretive glances were exchanged between Davis and Esvele for what felt like the hundredth time, which finally caught Zenova's eye.
She smiled lightly and opened her mouth towards Davis, who took a sip, "First Prince Azariel is right to put his foot above people's heads and show the peasants that they shouldn't dare dream of becoming a Realm Master. As preposterous as it sounds to you all, there are just too many who think they deserve something when they have absolutely done nothing of merit in their lives. Our Emperor has brought forth the Golden Era, so the Six-Headed Hydra Upper Realm is absolutely ours. Anyone who thinks otherwise can drink poison and kill themselves."
