"What do I know?"
Theodore's mouth curled into a smirk. "Heh... that's a question you should be asking yourself."
From their brief exchange of blows, Theodore had already gauged the Insectoid King's strength. Lokiviria wasn't on his level.
On paper, they were both at the peak of the Legendary tier. But Theodore was a Prince of the Human Kingdom. His pockets were deep, his gear was top-tier, and he had more aces up his sleeve than a cheating gambler.
"How much do you actually know about this continent, bug?" Theodore asked, his voice dripping with condescension. "You think having one Arch-Lord backer is enough to start a civil war? Do you honestly believe Lord Frostsire won the last war by himself? Ignorance is truly laughable."
"Heh..."
Theodore's laugh was soft, almost polite. But to Lokiviria, it felt like a slap in the face. It was the casual dismissal of a noble looking down on a peasant who didn't know his place. It triggered a deep-seated insecurity in the Insectoid King.
