948 Something didn't feel right. Inside a grand room, around a giant table, there sat 10 beings. 9 of these beings had similar features. Their heads were of a Falcon with intimidating eyes and a strong beak, while their bodies resembled humans with adequate muscles that displayed strength. They didn't wear any clothes to cover their upper bodies, they wore a dhoti to cover their legs. Amongst these 9 Falconkin, there was a Falconkin who sat on the head position of the table, unlike other beings sitting on the table who radiated strong energy that would intimidate most of the beings in the world, he didn't radiate any energy at all. However, just the dignity he carried himself with was enough to tell others that he was extraordinary. He was Prima Skythorn. The City Lord of the Skythorn Falcon City and a Divine Stage Cultivator. The others sitting at the table were all Saint Stage Cultivators who had the most say in the matters regarding Skythorn Falcon City. Well, everyone, except for a beautiful black-haired, green- eyed woman with cat ears on her head. She was the only person who didn't seem to fit in, however, even with that, the calm look on her face was enough to know that she was not even slightly uncomfortable here. As intimidating and overpowering the other 9 beings sitting beside her may be, the woman knew how to carry herself. She just breathed calmly and looked into Prima's eyes with a small smile on her face. She was Willow Feline, Oberon's wife, Felix's mother, and a Saint Stage woman who planned it all. The other 8 Falconkins snorted. Although they didn't clearly show it, Willow could tell that they didn't want her here. Of course, not that their feelings ever mattered to her. In her eyes, even though these 8 Falconkins were stronger than her, they still weren't worth her attention. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 "We have received Felix's Message." A Peak Saint Stage Falconkin, Sheba, spoke up. Then, he turned towards Willow and, "I am sure you must have received it as well, why did you not report it?" "I was about to." Willow answered, Prima narrowed his eyes when he heard her answer, Willow knew that he didn't like it, so she clarified. "We should not make a move right now." "What do you mean?" Prima narrowed his eyes. "The Feline Cat City has completely locked itself for the past month, we even lost all our connections with the spies we planted. A month later, the City hasn't even started working normally however, they are already choosing the successor and are even continuing with the Tradition. Doesn't it feel fishy?" Willow pointed out. "It was your son who informed us about this. Are you doubting your own son?" Sheba questioned. "I am not doubting him but you know it as well, Felix is not the sharpest tool in the shed, it might be a trap set up by someone using Felix. All of this is just too strange." "Even so, Willow Feline, who gave you the guts to think that just because all of this is a trap, you are allowed to not report what you have learned to the City Lord? Are you looking down on us?" Another Peak Saint Cultivator, Tazz, spoke as he glanced at Willow. "As I said, I had no intention of hiding anything, I was about to report it." "When were you going to do that?" "When I contact my subordinate Leo and get the overview of the situation. However, I cannot contact him right now, this is also the reason why I think this is a trap. I cannot contact half of my subordinates including Leo." Willow replied. "Oberon's daughter was murdered and it was later revealed that she was colluding with the enemy city, of course, he would be concerned. Locking the City was a perfectly logical decision. It is natural that you cannot contact some of your spies, the City Manor must be on high alert right now." Prima spoke up. "Then there is no reason for them to continue the tradition and select the successor, is there? It is not like Oberon is dying, he still has many centuries left to live, he can name Felix a successor when the City has calmed down, can't he? So why is he doing that right now?" Willow questioned. "The City Lord's daughter turned out to be a traitor, it sends a wrong message to the entire City, and there is a high chance that Oberon has contained this news from the citizens. However, with the City being locked for a month, many citizens must be panicking and started wondering what is happening. Oberon needs an event that could divert their attention. Choosing the Successor is a perfect action." Prima spoke. "But that doesn't make sense? Shouldn't he be more careful right now? The citizens' feeling hardly matters right now. The important part is to make sure that there are no other traitors in the City Manor." Willow replied. "Willow, I admit, you are an excellent schemer." Suddenly, Prima spoke as he looked into Willow's eyes. "However, you do not have what it takes to become a leader. You are patient, calculative, calm, and collected, however, you are not bold. You only move when everything moves according to your expectation, if something goes wrong, you step back and start waiting again. A leader cannot do that. Of course, charging in without a plan is foolish, however, postponing or stopping our plans at every single inconvenience is not a solution either. Be bolder, Willow. Be more confident." Prima suggested. "That is right. Don't think you are perfect and know your place. If we listen to you and do not make a move, then when are we going to attack Oberon? Are you telling us to annul the plan we have been working on for 1500 years just because your stupid subordinate didn't answer your call? You contacted your other subordinates as well, didn't you? Didn't they tell you the situation inside the City Manor? You think all of them are fooling you?" Tazz snorted as he glanced at Willow with a ridiculing smile on his face. "…" Willow turned silent. She knew that the probability that her worries coming true was less, maybe even impossible since 18 spies including her son who are reporting her can't possibly be fooled or subdued in just a month. Their stories matched and the reasons they gave about the other spies not answering made sense. However, Willow still felt like it would be better to be careful here. Call it a gut feeling or whatever, but, Something didn't feel right.