Radahn was unexpectedly pleased by Vyke's refusal to yield even in the face of death. But being pleased was one thing; he could still get angry.
Loyalty. The more loyal Vyke was to Lansseax, the more Radahn liked him. It proved that once Vyke came around and changed sides, he would be just as loyal to him. Who wouldn't want a knight like that? It was just that Vyke's repeated refusals left Radahn feeling distinctly displeased.
He was a Demigod, and a general of the Golden Dynasty at that. Since when had inviting someone into the Redmane Army required this much talking? Usually, people joined of their own accord. Radahn had extended such an olive branch, yet Vyke still refused to accept it. He really didn't know what was good for him.
If Vyke hadn't been genuinely capable, Radahn wouldn't have patiently persisted in trying to persuade him. Honestly, his patience was nearing its limit.
Yet Radahn could never beat Lansseax. The biggest reason was that Lansseax was a Dragon Maiden!
Who could resist a Dragon Maiden? Nobody. Nobody could say no to a Dragon Maiden, not even Zhao Si. In fact, even Zhao Si had thought about swearing allegiance to Lansseax. Just imagine spending every day with a passionate, uninhibited Dragon Maiden who didn't care about human conventions. Life in the Lands Between couldn't get much better than that.
In short, no matter what Radahn tried, he would never win Vyke's heart.
Seeing Vyke grit his teeth without saying a word, Radahn withdrew his Gravity Sorcery. Any more pressure, and Vyke might burst.
Vyke immediately felt the weight lift. He lay on the floor, panting heavily, his right hand clenched into a fist as he pounded the floor. His exhalations stirred up the dust. What a humiliation. Ever since