Blas's chest rose and fell with labored breaths as he struggled to contain his fury.
Moments ago, the old hero—revered as the greatest hero of all time—had blatantly disrespected him and was now brazenly pleading for leniency.
The sheer audacity of the man!
Nonetheless, his overwhelming achievement of "saving the world from the Black Dragon of Destruction's wrath" fifty years ago was something that prevented Blas from lashing out.
'Fine, I'll allow it this one time.' Blas thought inwardly, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.
Witnessing this, Guard Captain Balkan inwardly snorted in disdain, pleased at the fact that the Valenzian City Lord didn't dare talk back to his lord.
'That's right, know your place, backwater City Lord.' the man thought.
Blas remained silent, staring coldly at the reflection of the old man on the holographic screen, waiting for Dweezel to explain.
