Lord of the Truth

"Your Excellency!"

"Father, you are finally here!"

"Tsk~ Why are you so late, Robin? And... Why the hell are you looking like that?!"

As soon as everyone heard the phrase *Did I keep you waiting?* they all looked towards its source, and there they saw a man with a medium-length beard and his hair falling over his shoulder, his clothes were shabby and there was some blood all over them, it seemed that he had not changed his clothes or even took a bath for months.

By all standards, this person seemed to be a random beggar you might find lying on the sidewalk in any street, yet Amon, Caesar, Billy, and the rest of the Burton family party knew this person at first sight and stood up to greet him happily.

Except for Billy, who didn't seem very happy though...

This hilltop gathers world leaders, literally all this world's leaders, but Robin chose to come dressed like this without even bothering to change his clothes, which would damage their reputation!

As for the three emperors, they were not distracted by Billy's concerns, but still looked at Robin with eyes filled with bewildering questions, and even some... fear?

Their questions about the identity of this person who looked like a beggar quickly disappeared with the shouts of Caesar and the rest, but far more important questions immediately hit their heads like a hammer.

How did Robin reach the chair and sit on it without them realizing it!?

All of them are mighty emperors with thousands of years of training and experience, each one of them can rule the entire planet by himself, and each one of them can feel an ant's foot strike the ground tens of meters away!

But an adult male came from afar and sat two meters away from them without them noticing him?!

Assuming that they were preoccupied with what was to be said in the meeting and their minds were not awake enough to sense what was happening in their surroundings, although this was impossible, then what about the 1,200 sages who surrounded the hill? Why didn't anyone stop him? Why did no one announce the arrival of a stranger? Were the 1,200 High-level sages who were assigned to guard all busy thinking about the meeting too? Impossible!

But this is not what puzzled them the most... Rather, the fact that none of Robin's followers seemed to be surprised at all.

They were all happy with his arrival and Billy was annoyed with his appearance, but no one seemed to question the way he just appeared out of nowhere, as if this was a natural thing and only to be expected from him...

How is this even close to normal? How can a person walk as if he were a shadow among people much stronger than him without anyone realizing, is normal? What if he had a dagger in his hand now and decided to stab the neck of one of the emperors?

*Gulp*

Wind Emperor Alexander swallowed his saliva when he thought of this, but quickly pushed the idea out of his head on the pretext that the killing intent and the wind movement around the dagger would reveal Robin's whereabouts... But if such a thing really happened, and Robin did try to attack him, wouldn't he have been in a disadvantageous position from the start of the fight?

'Did I just feel threatened by a mere level 30 Saint level individual?!' Alexander shook his head slightly, trying to drive this uncomfortable thought out of his mind, but he couldn't help but take another look at Robin...

With a light, satisfied smile on his face, sleepy eyes that seem to contain the whole world inside them, and a faint aura, it is clear that its owner was holding it back as much as he can, but if you try to sense it forcibly, you will find indescribable bloodiness and suffocation...

Without a doubt, he is a Level 30 Saint, which makes him the weakest among those present here by a large margin, much weaker even than Caesar who is calling him *Father*!

Why do all of them here consider a person weaker and younger than them to be their leader and be at ease with calling him *Your Excellency*?! Is it because of the stealth ability he showed just now?

A Level 30 Saint who is around 200 years old... by the standards of the Ancestral continent where a level 31 Sage can be considered King and a Level 30 Saint who could command a dukedom, his cultivation can indeed be considered a great achievement

But by the standards of the Four Empires, there is nothing special about him, his cultivation at this age is indeed very good and makes Robin a genius, but there are people who reach this cultivation level much faster than him, Wind Emperor Alexander, for example, reached the pinnacle of Sainthood realm at the age of only 95, so nothing makes him special from this point alone.

Then Alexander looked out of the corner of his eye at the Water Empress Victoria, the icy woman who looks at everything under the sky with arrogance and disdain, but he found her looking at Robin with open and shaking eyes, even the Sacred Tree Emperor Elizabeth who underestimates everything and always act playful was looking at Robin with slightly knotted eyebrows and a small drop sweat dripped from her forehead... It was clear that they were thinking about what he was thinking.

The Wind Emperor turned his eyes on Robin again...

"Never mind, Billy. I don't think the gentlemen here would mind my appearance." Robin's smile widened slightly in response to Billy's criticism, then he passed his eyes over the three emperors, "Isn't it right, gentlemen?"

​ "...I don't mind myself" Sacred Tree Emperor Elizabeth spoke in her usual charming voice, then Alexander and Victoria nodded.

But in the middle of the gesture Wind Emperor Alexander and Water Empress Victoria froze, why would they respond to their potential enemy and make him feel better about his bagger appearance?!

It was then that the Three Emperors realized something…

The two sides hadn't exchanged any important words yet, neither a word of threat nor a surrender had been said, but they knew that Robin had already taken the initiative.