"Him? Mindis the Third?" Archduke Roknee shook his head mockingly. "He is your so-called threat?
"A meek king who's been dead for more than a hundred years?"
Lampard stared coldly at Archduke Roknee.
The expression in his eyes made the latter uncomfortable.
Archduke Lecco sat back down by the brownish-black, rectangular table and let out a deliberate cough.
A few seconds later, Lampard finally turned his head.
"Most people—including you may think that he has not done much. Perhaps, he was even rather weak." The Archduke of Black Sand Region let out a soft hum of disdain. "Worry not. I thought the same when I was young."
His eyes turned cold. "Mindis Jadestar the Third."
Trentida, who was staring at Lampard the whole time, felt a slight chill.
'That expression…'
"What does anything have to do with him?" Olsius asked.
Lampard took a deep breath and looked at Olsius.
