"Why, Grandmaster Baldor? Do you have any problem that I am not aware of?" Aengus asked, narrowing his eyes at the giant behind him.
Baldor flinched momentarily before regaining his composure.
"Ah, no, no, Your Highness. You may do as you wish. But don't you think it's an overstatement to claim you can build a Heaven-Class Battleship by yourself?"
Aengus didn't seem offended. Instead, he smiled and turned to Hog.
"Oh? Was that an overestimation of myself, Elder Hog?"
Hog shook his head firmly.
"No, My Emperor. I believe you to be both wise and brilliant."
Then, his gaze shifted to Baldor, his voice turning strict.
"Grandmaster, why don't you follow the Emperor's wishes? Whether he succeeds or fails is for him to decide."
Hog's expression hardened.
"And if you are worried about any losses—please don't be. Everything here belongs to His Majesty, after all. Even your very own little life."
