What was going on?
Hadn't Myka said John Maslow was a man?
Why was the one negotiating with her a woman?
Looking at the petite silver-haired girl seated at the negotiation table, even Sellviya could not help but freeze for a moment.
But she quickly suppressed her doubts and put on a warm, spring-breeze smile. She then gave the unknown Imperial female officer a standard curtsy, her voice gentle and pleasant.
"Honored officer, I am Lilia Hardman. By order of my father, Baron Hardman, I have come to discuss the terms of this surrender with you."
Second by second, time passed, yet the scene Sellviya had expected—of the female officer across from her acknowledging her and inviting her to sit—never came.
Instead, there was only silence and deathly stillness.
Those emerald-like eyes simply watched her. The officer's pretty face remained utterly calm.
It was as though what sat there was not a living human being, but an exquisite doll devoid of emotion.
What the hell was this woman playing at?
Sellviya could not help knitting her brows, her heart full of confusion and incomprehension.
She believed her etiquette had been flawless just now, so why had the other party still not responded?
Was this a show of force?
Just as Sellviya hesitated over whether to rise and take a seat on her own, then directly ask whether the other party was willing to accept Bahamut Town's surrender—
The next second, the other party's voice slowly reached her ears.
"Take off your hat. Now!"
Take off my hat?
No, what the hell was this Imperial dog doing?
Sellviya grew even more bewildered. Yet when she felt the other party's gaze turn cold for some unknown reason, she realized that this woman did not seem to be joking.
Though being ordered about