At this moment, amid a solemn atmosphere, the equally tall, burly, and imposing Conqueror King stared wide-eyed at the foreign monarch blocking his path. Rather than anger, he nodded in satisfaction and burst into hearty laughter.
"Hoho, Charlemagne, King of the Franks? Not bad spirit! In this age when heroes have fallen, you are indeed qualified to become a stepping stone on my road to conquering the world."
But then, Iskandar raised a hand and stroked his thick beard, seemingly recalling something. His eyes lit up, his body straightened, and he spoke solemnly and earnestly, anticipation glimmering in his eyes.
"However, monarch of a foreign land, would you join my ranks and join hands with me to forge a new hegemony in this era? If we work together, our chances of rebuilding the Empire will be far greater."
"Sorry, but I must refuse!"
Yet Emperor Charlemagne, standing ahead of him, shook his head without hesitation.
"How about giving it some more thought? If it is a matter of terms, we can negotiate further. If you are willing to cooperate fully, I can divide authority equally with you and rule the Empire together."
Iskandar scratched his head, still unwilling to give up.
"Conqueror King, your generosity and boldness are indeed admirable, but asking me to bow beneath your banner is utterly impossible!"
Unmoved, Emperor Charlemagne spoke and cut off any further discussion. He stood with his arms spread, his expression proud and unrestrained.
"My love is unprecedented and unsurpassable, second only to the gods! Therefore, this body shall obey only the gods!"
"Looks like negotiations have broken down."
Iskandar heard the defiance of a king in Charlemagne's words. He shook his head helplessly, while his gaze fixed ahead gradually turned grave and sharp.
"Let us have a proper talk after I