"Divine Emissaries are blessed by the gods, crossing rivers and mountains as if they were nothing. Who do you think you are to order us to leave?"
War was seething with anger, Helena's attitude grating on her nerves.
But to everyone's surprise, Hunt agreed immediately.
"There are only the two of us in Spartonia, and we haven't developed any followers. They're just a rabble that poses no real threat to you, so I agree to this condition."
"Hunt, are you insane? Not only are you refusing to act, but now you also plan to let them off the hook?"
War was furious, finding Hunt's decisions incomprehensible.
"If you're unwilling, shall we have a match?"
Meeting Hunt's nonchalant gaze, War gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with fury as if she wanted to devour her.
But...
"I agree!"
"Good. Second condition: for three months, regardless of others, neither of you can make a move against us. You must give us three months."
