The Red King looked at Gravis intently. Gravis, meanwhile, only looked back with his usual, even expression.
"Did you gather all the necessary ore?" the Red King asked.
"Yes," Gravis answered.
Then, the Red King smirked. "Great! When will you be ready for a fight?" he asked.
"I should be done in about a month or so, but I don't want to fight yet. Since you're forcing me to stay here for over five years, I want to keep my sense of danger sharp. I want a fight three years from now," Gravis said.
The Red King hummed for a bit. "It's a bit later than I'd like, but I can see your point. It would be horrible if you wouldn't be able to perform in front of the Empress. I've heard from my commander that you have eaten the Golden Dragon, but you're still a level two Lord. Apparently, you told the truth, and you actually really need much more food."
