A wave of uncontrollable fear rippled through every man present in the room as Ivan's words hung in the air. Their hands quivered, and their mouths went dry, as if a universal realization had dawned upon them: utter the wrong words again, and certain death awaited them.
Azonai, however, remained unaffected by such fear. Ivan was well aware that his low-ranked skill could not sway someone as strong as Azonai. This understanding was what had prompted Ivan to employ other methods to instill fear in the tyrant king.
"Our esteemed guests are indeed correct. We must accord them the respect they deserve," Azonai conceded.
"And is this realization occurring to you only now, after a near confrontation? How should I interpret this, Your Highness?" Ivan inquired, his gaze narrowing as he scrutinized Azonai.
