"Charles has a big chance of winning." Sovereign Vianne said, waving her fan.
"He acts alone. That's not what I approve of." Sovereign Julius shook his head.
"But he's strong enough to take down any team."
"Not strong enough to take down all teams." Julius said and glanced at the Sovereigns.
"I am strong enough to take down on some of you together…but not all of you."
The atmosphere fell silent.
Evander cursed his father inside. 'Every thirty seconds, someone will say suddenly say something serious and everyone falls silent.
I'm really afraid that this Solar Trial, instead of promoting friendship will create conflict among Sovereigns.'
If Albert was here, he'd be able to cool down the issues and maintain a cordial atmosphere.
Since he was the host this time, other Sovereigns would also not object much.
But he was only a level 9. No matter how strong level 9 he was, Evander didn't have the qualifications to ask Sovereigns to shut up.
"I need to go. An Archduke is making some noise." Julius suddenly said and his hologram disappeared.
"Well, well. He's a busy man." Vianne chuckled and bowed her head. Her shoulders shook and presumably, she was also typing something about her project.
Evander sighed and looked at the virtual projections in the banquet hall.
It displayed the names of six regions.
Thunder, Ice, Twisted, and Psychedelic Regions were stirred off.
"Four flags, huh." He muttered. "It'd be nice if we could watch monitor everything."
But sadly, it's not possible.
Ruins, being a private space of devas had a different set or rules or perhaps restrictions?
No one knew for certain.
But modern technology didn't work in Ruins. Not even comms can be used, forget about space shuttles.
Secret Realms were essentially decayed Ruins.
So, most of them lost that feature and allowed the use of technology.
But Tiama secret realm was one of the few that still maintained those restrictions.
Thankfully, they could at least use comms. And a very simple sensor attached to the maps.
Of course, as the realm master, you could manufacture some native technology allowed the realm.
For instance, the 'key' to the secret realm. It was added the escape function and was considered a native technology of the realm.
Only because of the protection mechanism did everyone send their geniuses inside.
He didn't know about others, but Evander would definitely not allow Sarah without safety.
'She is still a second year, and she goes to fight with third years. How is she now?'
He didn't know what was happening inside.
But as the host of the banquet, he maintained a calm disposition.
Only he knew he was nervous inside.
'Sarah is't the strongest. Her chances of winning aren't high. I hope she doesn't hurt herself too much.
She has a high chance of winning next year.…I should've told her to take it easy.'
He thought, but somehow, he couldn't speak to Sarah like he used to. There was a gap between them. And he was the one who created it.
Shaking his head, Evander pushed back the painful thoughts and knit his brows.
'And Varian…what the hell are you doing in the Twisted Islands?'
Evander recalled Varian's confident smile and a thought passed by.
The thought was ridiculous yet scary enough that even he, a very composed man almost jumped out of his seat.
'…Are you trying to win the competition?' Despite knowing Varian's speed of progress, even he felt it was absurd.
'Nah. Impossible. Whatever you do, just don't bring me a headache by suddenly revealing your strength to be level 6.'