After the Round Table conference was over, Artichoke narrowed his eyes as he walked out the door. “He’s still arrogant even though his master is in that state.” His expression was covered by his mask, but his voice showed how displeased he was with the current situation.

Rafflesia smirked from behind Artichoke. “It’s understandable if ‘Acacia’ thinks this is an opportunity too. Wasn’t Acacia able to enter By the Table thanks to the Death King? It’s rumored among the servants Acacia was quite obedient to him.”

Acacia—it was the code name of the man sitting at the highest seat, Yul. Most of the leaders of By the Table didn’t want to reveal their identities, so they used code names of flowers. 

“Unless he’s an idiot, he must know Freesia will get hurt if he mentions us to the Death King, so let’s not worry too much. His being so indecisive is already evidence that he’s scared of us, isn’t it?”

Artichoke nodded at Rafflesia’s cold words, saying, “All in all, this might be the best outcome for us. If By the Table and the Death King clash, the confusion will become greater. We can just take what we need during that time.”

No matter how much By the Table was changing...