"So, should we fight now, or...?" Robin asked calmly, his tone making it clear that he wasn't particularly invested in the answer. Any response would suffice.
"Why the rush? Honestly, I'm enjoying this conversation. Aren't you?" Pythor shook his head with a laugh. "I'm either surrounded by followers or superiors. Rarely do I find someone I can talk to as an equal. Even if you're destined to die by the end of the day, you're still a planetary emperor, deserving of some respect."
"Oh, you're making me blush a little here," Robin chuckled. "So, what do you suggest? Should we wait until our subordinates finish their fights? But by then, we won't get a good duel. The victorious subordinates would simply surround the losing planetary emperor. Don't you think?"
