Where Did You Get the Confidence to Think You're My Match? (Continued)

He wouldn't deny that this country was powerful; otherwise, the Domain of the War King would have already conquered it.

But the strength of this country ultimately lies in its various advanced Magecraft weapons.

He would absolutely not believe it if someone here could be compared to Lord Vatra in terms of strength alone.

After all, the current king is at most a little better than him, and there is still a world of difference between him and Lord Vatra.

"Tobias, are you questioning my judgment?"

Vatra stopped again, his tone still gentle but now tinged with coldness.

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare—!"

Tobias's pupils contracted, and he quickly stepped back and knelt on one knee in respect.

"Um--!"

Vatra nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Gira.

"Gira, immediately inform the troops stationed at the border that the war is about to begin again."

"I understand, Lord Vatra!"

Gira nodded and accepted the order, just as he was about to return to the second floor to contact the troops.

Tobias, who had been kneeling on one knee, now stood directly in front of Vatra, Gira's magic surged instantly.

The phantom-like shape, resembling a giant spider, was also faintly visible above his head.

"What an unexpected guest!"

Vatra stared at the empty deck before him and laughed heartily.

Buzz--!

With a buzzing sound, the surrounding space suddenly distorted, and then William and La Fria appeared there like a mirage, amidst the tremors of space.

"Looks like we really made the right choice coming here, Fufu!"

William, both amused and exasperated, said to La Fria beside him.

In fact, La Fria had made this promise to him before they even began their journey across space.

Even if they don't actively seek them out, there's a high chance that Vatra, that war maniac, will directly attack the border to provoke William into taking action.

He thought La Fria was just making this up, but he really underestimated how bored and mentally unstable this vampire was.

"That's why I said that! But being able to move directly from the palace to here, William, your spatial magic seems to have improved a bit."

La Freya merely glanced at the enormous spider looming overhead, then tiptoed and gently kissed William on the cheek.

"Today is supposed to be your engagement banquet, why didn't you two find somewhere to whisper sweet nothings? What are you doing here?"

Vatra gently patted Gira on the shoulder, signaling him to recall his familiar.

"I had no choice. At the engagement party, a green caterpillar kept scanning my body, so on Fufu's suggestion, I came over to see it for myself."

"Are you satisfied with this reason, Duke Aldial?"

After staring at this vampire, who was said to be the closest to the True Ancestor, for a moment, William's lips curled into a slight smile, and a faint sneer rang out.

Bang--!

"The Tyrant of the Demon Attack!"

As an angry voice rang out, terrifying magic surged from Tobias's body.

At this moment, what materialized was a giant raptor whose entire body was enveloped in light, circling about fifty meters above the group of people.

Its physical form is a high-density magical flame with a temperature of tens of thousands of degrees Celsius.

"Fool, go to hell with your insults to Lord Vatra!"

Flames transformed into scorching flashes of light, bursting from the beak of the giant bird circling high in the sky, and hurtling towards William's position.

In his mind, Vatra was a man comparable to even the True Ancestor, yet now he was being mocked by an unknown nobody. How could Tobias swallow this insult?

The anticipation in his eyes grew stronger, and as the scorching flash drew closer, he could even picture the beautiful scene of the man before him being instantly melted in two.

"Who's the idiot for not even being able to see the difference in strength between us and the enemy?!"

Looking at the man whose eyes were filled with anger, William smiled knowingly.

A semi-circular light barrier rose out of nowhere, enveloping William and La Fria.

The next moment, a burst of intense heat followed.

If that fierce attack had landed directly on the ship, it probably would have split the ship in two!

Surprisingly, the seemingly fragile barrier perfectly withstood the attack without even the slightest disturbance.

"Get out!"

William stared at Tobias, who had just attacked him, his lips moving slightly.

The next instant, Tobias's body was blown away as if by an invisible impact.

"Ha ha...!"

Tobias, who was flying backwards at high speed, crashed directly into the deck railing. Bright red blood slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the orange-yellow wooden planks, forming eerie blood flowers.

The "Tyrant of the Demon Attack," whose magic supply had been cut off, had also lost its physical form and been destroyed.

"Great! Excellent! That's wonderful!"

Ignoring his men who were already half-dead, Vatra's voice rang out in ecstasy.

Terrifying magic surged from Vatra's body, soaring into the sky and churning the atmosphere. The magnificent Sea Palace began to tremble as Vatra's magic emanated from it.

"So, before the war begins, would Your Highness Spengler be so kind as to satisfy my curiosity?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you're not human, are you?"

Although he had only noticed William's immense spiritual power during the engagement banquet, this power was at least as strong as his own.

But the moment William made his move and blasted Tobias away with some inexplicable means, he was already certain that the man in front of him was definitely not human.

If he were merely a human medium, it would be impossible for the familiar within him to covet it so much.