Mad King: "What are you doing?"
Heine: "I have something to say to you, but I'm not sure if you will pull out a dagger and chop me after hearing it, so I'm making some preparations."
The Mad King was silent for a few minutes—it was unclear whether he was choked with rage or didn't know how to respond.
After a while, he hummed noncommittally.
"The magnanimity of a king is not something you can estimate. Have you heard me speak evil against Sebitiga?"
"Very well."
Heine withdrew his shield but still quietly held onto the bottle containing the War God's big dog.
"To make a long story short, I believe you lost miserably."
"What?"
The Mad King thought he had misheard.
Heine: "If this was a 'contest' between you and Sebitiga, from any perspective, you lost miserably."
"Are you trying to provoke me again?"
Heine: "Don't rush to rebut me, let me explain further."
