The Second General wanted to refute or even challenge Giza's words to some degree, but the endless and limitless abyss he sensed within her made the few strands of hair on his recently shaved face stand on edge, along with those on the back of his neck.
The man shared a glance with his fellow General and then looked at Giza once more perturbed. "Surely, you did not come here meaning to harm His Majesty?" He queried, holding tighter to his blade, ready to strike at a moment's notice should she utter a single unfavourable word.
"Me?" Giza gestured to herself while her eyes returned to normal and she raised the hand that was supposed to house the glas she was drinking from, revealing the General's blade instead, causing him and the other to stand from their seats in shock while the latter also drew a blade he had been holding on to.
