'If this is what you want, royal brother, then so be it.'
"Your Highness Lin Diyu, truly… marvelous…" A sharp light flashed through the envoy's eyes.
"If I were expecting a negotiation, would I have brought people with me?" Lin Diyu peered into the envoy's eyes. "That would go against my plan to betray the empire's wishes, right, royal envoy? I would have met you on my own despite anything these people behind me say."
For a fraction of a second, the heavy silence in the Scriptorium Bastion's command room hung suspended in the air. The soldiers who accompanied Lin Diyu also froze, their backs sweating in fear of what this prince would do after this.
But the Chapter Commander remained stoic, holding the hilt of his sword. He felt it from the bottom of his heart—the envoy from the other party wasn't as simple as he seemed.
Then, the envoy smiled.
