"What if I refuse?"
Olrich asked without a hint of his frustration.
"Then, I will personally execute you. I suppose you know that your toy isn't enough for you to challenge me, right?"
The indifference with which Amalia said those words further startled the onlookers. Witnessing this scene, Konrad felt something amiss.
Either the dowager was a heartless, callous woman that put her own benefit above everything else, or there was terrible enmity between mother and son. Perhaps a bit of both?
"Mother, Do you think I don't have anyone capable of suppressing you? Don't worry. Since I dare come here, I, of course, came prepared.
My daughter will not wed the Great Void Crown Prince. Not in three months, not in three years, never, ever.
If you're dead set on sending her to her doom, then…it is war!"
Olrich declared with a determined gaze that left no room for compromise. The head exarch frowned, while a strange light flashed within Amalia's eyes.
