Stillness enveloped the surroundings as everyone held their breath and watched with fear as the imposing Senior Deputy Commander glared angrily. The staff in the hall gaped, taken aback by the scene unfolding before them.
The domineering and barbaric acts of the Crimson Blood Mercenary Corps were something they had long been familiar with. To avoid bringing trouble upon themselves, they had always humored them with courtesy, fulfilling all their demands. The situation at hand, however, clearly indicated that someone had the misfortune of offending them.
"Have the guts to say that again," the man said as he stepped closer, the sound of his boots thudding on the floor echoing with each step, hammering into the hearts of those present.
"Say it as many times as you like; it's all the same," the young mercenary said, his pupils contracting as he frowned stubbornly. Having spoken, he was not willing to take back his words, fearing not even death as the price for his defiance.
