Roy gazed at the man before him as he slowly loosened his grip around the captive's mouth so he could speak.
"Try anything funny and I guarantee a fate worse than death," Roy threatened coldly.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll let me go." The red-eyed captive seemed fearless as he warned the moment he regained his ability to speak.
"I can see you aren't under Vera's wing, seeing that you're a Lord. I can allow you and your subordinate to pass peacefully… but if you dare meddle in a matter that's way above you, don't blame me if you get squashed."
As he spoke, the man showed no regard for Roy — each word dripping with disdain and disregard.
Roy squinted, concluding that these guys must be subordinates of an early-comer Lord, a very influential one at that. He could tell by the blatant disrespect in the man's tone when speaking of Vera.
Someone greater than Vera… He recalled her fully established empire-like territory, her organized troops, and high-leveled entourage.
