You Used the Wrong Method?

On the spacious deck, Luo Zhen and Edmund faced each other once again, meeting anew.

Luo Zhen looked at the Prince, who had appeared openly before him, and raised his brows slightly.

Edmund wore a smile. He showed neither fear nor concern, only his usual arrogance. Yet his gaze remained fixed tightly on Luo Zhen, making it clear that he had not underestimated Luo Zhen's arrival in the slightest.

"It's quite surprising." Luo Zhen sized up the Black Prince before him and said, "I didn't expect you to dare appear in front of me so openly."

After all, Luo Zhen had already inflicted serious injuries on Edmund, then defeated his Meccha Magecraft army and boarded Daedalus's deck to stand before him. He had torn apart layer after layer of Edmund's pride and safeguards, leaving him without any support.

Yet this arrogant and conceited Prince still dared to appear before Luo Zhen. Did he think Luo Zhen would not hurt him again, or even kill him?

Edmund seemed to know what Luo Zhen was thinking.

"You're still as reckless with your words as before. If you hadn't rebelled, that alone would have been enough to convict you of disrespect in the name of the British Empire."

Edmund said this, but the smile on his face never faded.

Luo Zhen, on the other hand, found it utterly ridiculous.

"So you do have some self-awareness after all. You know that you've rebelled and can no longer receive the protection of the British Empire?"

Luo Zhen mocked him.

Edmund, however, did not care in the slightest.

"The Empire is already about to fall into my hands. Even if it isn't mine now, it will be mine later. I don't need the Empire's protection. Rather, the Empire should feel honored to join my ranks."

Edmund