Provocation

Olaf opened his mouth, and immediately revealed how little he knew about Demacia.

The merchants called Lux "Her Majesty Luxanna" because she was an empress—the queen of Demacia, and unquestionably a "Her Majesty." But Olaf didn't understand Demacian or know Lux herself, so he assumed that, following the Demacians' pronunciation, "Her Majesty Luxanna" was a full name.

That is, Luxanna Majesty.

Of course, Olaf wasn't the only one with this misconception.

Owoli hadn't used this against him because he thought the same thing and hadn't noticed anything wrong.

Oblivious to the fact that the other man had already exposed himself, Owoli was now cautiously sizing up the "rival" in front of him.

In Owoli's eyes, the huge man before him didn't look like someone to trifle with.

Not only was he bigger than the average Freljordian, he could also wear a tattered fur vest without feeling cold while Breath of Anivia was raging. His voice was strong and full-bodied, which was further proof of his vigorous health and formidable fighting ability.

In Freljord, a person's ability to endure the cold was more or less directly proportional to their personal strength. The stronger someone was, the better they could withstand Freljord's extreme natural conditions, braving the biting cold and snowstorms.

Someone like Olaf, who still had his arms bare in Breath of Anivia, was definitely not to be trifled with!

That was why Owoli seemed so cautious and didn't respond right away.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the other man. The timing was simply delicate, and even if they were going to clash, now wasn't the time to throw a punch. Judging by the open ground west of Nuskar Pass, there were far more than three or five people who shared Owoli's hopes of becoming one of Her Majesty