Voices overlapped, each one filled with worry or disbelief.
The female Roman recognized didn't speak. She watched the founder closely, her expression serious.
The founder raised his hand and the voices stopped for a second.
One of the men spoke, calmer than the rest. "Even if we agree… how do you plan to reach them? Their territory is filled with high-level demons. We might not even make it to the demon lord."
"If this had been a plan, shouldn't we have attacked the demon lord a long time ago, what changed?" One of the other females asked.
"That isn't the problem to worry about, the problem now is that if we attack the demon lord, who would train new mages, there's no way all 11 of us would survive, and if we are to bring more mages, we'll just be sending them to their death" one of the men spoke.
