"Then, we will take our leave, Your Excellency. It's a pity that we couldn't discuss cooperation," Mortimer politely said with a bow, but he still didn't recognize Vaan as a deity but just a powerful person.
At the same time, he paid specific attention to Marc, who was about to erupt, thinking he had it all figured out.
However, little did he know, his thoughts couldn't escape Vaan's cold, calculating eyes.
"Fuck! Are we really leaving just like that, Lord Mortimer?! Didn't you hear what the person just said?! Do you have no spine?" Marc criticized Mortimer before pointing his shaking finger at Vaan, evidently scared but still determined.
"Do you really think yourself a god? You're just someone who got lucky and befriended the almighty and revered dragons! If we had the same opportunities to meet the dragons, do you really think we would lose to you?!"
