Unlike the typical entrance of a noble, Figxin's name wasn't preceded by a long string of prefixes. Instead, only her title as Legion Commander was announced.
But no one dared to underestimate this title.
All the nobles present fell silent, completely deflated. They dared not meet Figxin's gaze as she walked between the long tables.
Today, Figxin was once again dressed in Light Armor, not a formal gown. A sword hung at her waist, giving her a majestic and imposing air.
A stark contrast to the listless nobles.
The only ceremonial part of her attire was, in fact, the sword.
As a Barbarian Professional, her main weapons were usually an axe or a hammer.
She walked all the way to a separate seat at the head of the long table and, without a word, stared coldly at the nobles present.
'A negotiation tactic. A compliance test,' she recalled. 'That's what Zog called it.'
