Alice heard Julian's domineering words, and a faint blush appeared on her pretty face as she said, "Thank you so much." Julian, meanwhile, sensed several powerful presences, yet his expression remained calm.
Suddenly, a large group of attendants ran over in neat formation. After the guards came to a stop, they lined up in two rows and stared solemnly at the center. Then someone stepped forward—a man with crescent-shaped hair, a long goatee on his chin, and grizzled white hair. All the guards looked at him with utmost respect.
Julian's face darkened with fury when he saw the man. This was the commander of the Holy Knights, Saint Figarland Garling. That old beast had been the first to complete a hundred-man slaughter during the God Valley hunting game. At the very start, he had slain the king of God Valley with a single slash, then arrogantly declared that a worthless valley dared call itself divine.
Julian spoke with a stern expression. "Why are you in such a hurry, old man? Tired of living? Julian never liked fighting against the wind. If he could taunt them first, he would never wait for them to speak first."
Saint Garling's face turned displeased, then furious. "You dare attack a Celestial Dragon? You have violated this world's taboo. I advise you to put him down." Julian smiled and shouted, "A mere Celestial Dragon? Even Imu-sama is just a toy in the palm of my hand. Sooner or later, he'll become my little bunny. You're not qualified to point fingers at me. I only need one move to kill you!"
Saint Garling's face went black as he shouted, "After all these years, you're still the first person who has dared to speak such outrageous nonsense to me. I'll send you to hell!" Julian merely smiled