Erica Huxley stood with her hands behind her back, exuding an extraordinary demeanor, with a hint of arrogance in her eyes.
At the same time, she also displayed a trace of displeasure.
Originally, she believed that the position of commander would undoubtedly be hers, but unexpectedly it was given to someone else, which made her very unhappy.
"Your Majesty, I suggest that Brother Erica be appointed as the commander. Brother Erica is well-versed in military strategies and has profound cultivation. He will surely lead the army to countless victories!"
The young man from before saluted Zachary Huxley and suggested.
"Countless victories? What arrogance! I don't even know where this brat came from, yet he dares to covet the commander position. It's ridiculous!"
Among the seven Martial Lords in the Astral Hall, someone felt displeased and sneered.
