The Black Armored Warrior showed no reaction to Godfrey's declaration: "I will seize this country from him."
She did not draw her sword or put up her guard. She did not even frown.
She simply stood there, like a reef that had weathered so many storms that no raging wave could surprise it anymore. Her black eyes were as calm as still water. She merely glanced at Godfrey, then-
"Let's go."
With that, she turned and walked away, as casually as if she had said, "Nice weather today."
Godfrey froze.
He was the First Elden Lord, the warrior king who had defeated every opponent and united the Lands Between. His declaration that he would seize this country was no joke. It was a serious, legally binding declaration of war.
That's all the reaction I get?
"Wait." Godfrey called her back, confusion covering his rugged face. "I said I intend to seize your country. Didn't you hear me?"
"I heard you." The Black Armored Warrior kept walking without looking back.
"Then why-"
"I heard you. And?"
The Black Armored Warrior stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes saying, "I'm busy. Get to the point."
Godfrey was momentarily speechless.
He had rehearsed his first encounter with this New Dynasty countless times in his mind. There might be a tense standoff, diplomatic exchanges full of empty pleasantries, or even an immediate fight-but this was the one possibility he had never imagined.
She simply did not care.
It felt like painstakingly preparing a speech, only to step onto the stage and discover there was no audience. That helpless sensation of punching a pillow left Godfrey, a warrior king accustomed to meeting challenges head-on, more frustrated than he had ever been.
"Aren't you afraid?" Godfrey could not help asking. "I intend to seize