Was Ragnar willing to accept this?
Of course he fucking wasn't!
He was strong—stronger, prouder than everyone else!
If he had been given a choice, he never would have signed a Servant Contract with Eternal Night!
But he had no choice.
If he had refused to obey back then, the result would have been death!
And not merely death.
Even after dying, he would still have been devoured by Eternal Night's Soul Devour, turned into a Soul Guard, and made to serve the other party.
Rather than that, he might as well sign the Servant Contract!
"What the fuck do you know?!" Ragnar roared.
"You're just a lowly Golden Boots, not even Brocade Boots, and you dare lecture me here?"
"When I became a Brocade Boots war general three hundred years ago, who knows where you were still crawling around?!"
As he spoke, an overwhelming aura poured forth and crushed down on Jana.
Fear appeared on the Spirit Clan girl's face. She instinctively fell silent, not daring to say another word.
But at that moment, the Rimewind King ahead released his own pressure, forcibly blocking Ragnar's intimidation for her.
Jana steadied herself, gathered her courage, and shouted again.
"I am younger than you!"
"But understanding right and wrong isn't a privilege reserved for elders!"
"If even a young person like me can understand what is right and what is wrong, why can't a mighty overlord of the Star Domains like you see it?!"
"Back then, you were a hero who guarded the Demon Eye with your own body for one hundred and eighty years!"
"How have you become more and more pathetic as you've lived? Why are you helping a tyrant commit evil instead?!"
"Me, helping a tyrant commit evil?" Ragnar's expression darkened completely.
As he asked the question, the