"No, Mr. Sword Saint, you are mistaken." said Ivita casually. "Is Mr. Duravin preparing to return to the Empire?"
Duravin glanced at Ivita, looking somewhat unhappy. If it were not for the Old Sword Saint's deliberate glance at him, Duravin might have ignored Ivita's question.
But the Empire's Old Sword Saint was not so foolish.
Even if nothing else is considered, merely being in the Lombardy Duchy required them to be humble. The strong dragon couldn't crush the local snake. Even though their status was nominally higher than the vassals of the Empire's peripheral areas, if they were killed here by the King of the Ancient Tomb as ordered, where could they take Ivita's crimes to court?
Duravin replied to Ivita in a low voice: "Indeed. Since I did not obtain the Iron Crown, I must return to the palace of the Empire."
"To report everything that has happened here to the Emperor."
