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"But we are not here for that; unlike you, we know what war is. So, let's try to peacefully negotiate a peace treaty for the good of all." Leon continued.
The prince's face and those of his men were so ugly that anyone would be likely to confuse them with demons.
After hearing the words and seeing Leon's audacity in front of his majesty, the only thing he wanted was to teach him his place.
But, something, or rather, someone made him hesitate to take up arms against them.
"Who is this woman?" His bloody red eyes stop on Vylera, looking at the latter nonchalantly standing behind Isaac.
Following his gaze, Leon and the others look at the same charming and noble silhouette with confusion.
"My escort," Isaac answers briefly.
"Your escort?" His facial muscles swelled following Isaac's direct response.
"..." The latter ended the discussion, letting Leon take the reins, as they had agreed.
