Two weeks later, Sagiri sat through his fourth council meeting since the festival. The council was so hot to the point of tipping over. Apart from the fifteen main council members of the south. The council had more than a hundred members. Each council member had at least five members on their panel. There were still other council members from different departments.
The novelty of having a new Supreme Chief had finally begun to wear off, replaced by the reality of governing an entire continent. The marriage matter had thankfully not been raised again, though the way Elder Maresha occasionally glanced at him suggested the old man was merely waiting for the right opportunity.
