Widening its maw, the dragon lunged toward him. Instantly, Yoshio's bladder gave way.
"Fine! I'll do as you say." In response, Jacob waved his hand, and the dragon retreated.
"I will write it now and dispatch somebody to announce it tomorrow," Yoshio promised, shivering with fright.
"Very well. I hope that you won't lie to me for your safety. You know what the consequences are."
At that, Jacob's aura diminished, and the dragon vanished. Draining the glass of wine, he gazed at the full moon before floating away.
As he gazed at Jacob's diminishing silhouette, Yoshio fumed at how useless his palace's guards were and resigned himself to issuing the decree.
There's no way around it. It's those martial artists' fault for being inferior. Even its leader, Koushiro, had fallen by Jacob's hand. There is nobody in the martial arts world who could go head-to-head with that insolent brat!
