Melissa waited for a reaction from the Thousand-Year Fire. When there was no reaction, she chuckled coldly assuming that she understood its attitude. "It is no surprise that you were chosen to wield the Conference Ring, all you give are twisted arguments."
"Your law?"
"The Thousand-Year Fire has its own laws. You, an insignificant ant, how dare you presume to create laws!"
"If you continue, you should be cautious."
Ivita turned back, continuing to hack away at the chains around the young man with his Broken Steel Sword.
The chain bound to his left hand also broke.
"Lady Melissa, it was you who allowed me to make my judgment, so make no regrets."
"Besides, I've said, I will eventually develop laws of my own, just like the Ancient Civilization who once collected the Thousand-Year Fire into the Pantheon. I will also harness the power of the Thousand-Year Fire and incorporate it into my laws."
