Seth raised his eyebrow incredulously at the response he was offered. Luck, was it? He found that a little hard to believe, and suspected there might be more to it than that. Not that he actually gave a verbal response of his own. He wisely decided to keep that particular opinion to himself. Instead, he just followed along and decided to hear out the request before making any decisions. As he walked, Seth noted his surroundings and the architecture of the palace - not that his facial expression actually showed that. In fact, he remained every bit as laid back as he was when he first arrived. He did note, however, that this was the first he'd seen of this kind of architecture which, for him, was saying a lot considering how... traveled he was.

When the group found itself in the throne room, they came more or less face to face with the Palace's ruler and his young wife. So they were ones the Nobody was taking orders from. They were flanked by a young soldier with a shield, and someone who was clearly a wizard. The Nobody addressed both rulers, but the Empress shrugged off the formality and announced that this was a War Council. Well, needless to say that usually meant that a War was coming in the not-too-distant future. But Seth knew that a mere war was not enough to recruit Keyblade Wielders from other worlds, let alone [i]his own[/i] services. This was something bigger. Like always, none of this insight showed on on his face. If anything, he was maintaining something of a clueless demeanor. The Emperor spoke.

[i]"Keyblade Wielders, and Mercenary," the silver-haired man with what looked like purple eyes said, "My name is Michael XIII Sideros, and this is my wife, Maria di Italia. We are the Emperor and Empress of the Basilea ton Rhomanion, although our titles mean nothing except for how they can contribute to the fight against the Heartless and the Dissolution of the Multiverse. And yes, I am a Keyblade Wielder; and I have a job for you."[/i]

The Empress followed up with words of her own.

[i]"And by a job, my husband means that you three, either by your skill or your potential, are fated to accompany us in a quest that would save the Multiverse as we know it."[/i]

That? Well, to put it simply, Seth nearly broke his persona and laughed, because he thought it was that funny. Save the Multiverse? With just three Keyblade Wielders - four counting the Emperor, but Seth doubted he would bother to join the fray himself - and himself? That was either a fool's errand, or someone was playing a very hilarious prank, hence Seth nearly breaking out in laughter. He managed to keep his composure for the most part, though. This was thanks in large part to the girl Keyblade Wielder, who voiced her confusion and apparent lack of knowledge on the Multiverse.

At this, Seth once again cocked his eyebrow incredulously. So not only was their quest to be completed by just a small handful Keyblade Wielders, but ones who were apparently rookies that had no knowledge of how the Multiverse worked? No wonder they needed Seth's help. Apparently he was the only one who had any idea what all this was, even if he didn't think himself the most reliable person for the job.

"Whelp..." Seth said casually, lifting his shoulders in an incredulous shrug, "...we're doomed."