"You have grown bolder, child," Ymir responded calmly to the taunt, his eyes on Felix.
"You're wrong." Felix smiled coldly, "I have just gotten strong enough to match my attitude towards you."
Felix always behaved like this when he possessed the confidence to back him up. Now that his strength was equal to the three rulers and could be considered as their peer, he had no intentions of looking up to them.
Ymir remained silent, understanding that Felix had nothing to them but utter hatred. Although Felix was hiding it pretty well, Ymir could easily see it in Felix's frigid eyes.
Thus, he knew that it was time to stop being sensible and using his words.
"As you wish, little one."
With a slow and conscious motion, Ymir reached behind him, his massive hand gripping the hilt of a sword that seemed to be forged from the very spine of a primordial beast.
