Morton Bloodblade, Lord of Phoenix Fire City, drew his blood-red sword and strode confidently onto the battlefield.
"I was wondering how long you'd watch from the sidelines before placing a bet," the levitating girl, who seemed to have expected his arrival, turned to him and asked.
With that said, the strange weapons dancing like fish in the hall instantly stopped. Then, the girl revealed an intricate expression and continued asking, "So, which side did you choose in the end?"
Morton simply pointed his sword at the girl's head, the runes on the blade glowing as a bloody aura surrounded it.
This was his answer.
The girl shook her head in disgust.
"Fool. If the queen behind you dies, the next governor… No, the new King of Mist will be you. With this identity, you could accomplish an undertaking no one has ever done before. But you're giving it all up?"
