"I...I choose the second option," Evangeline murmured, her voice breaking. "I will b-become the...sl—"
"Do you want to become the laughingstock of the Two Realms, Father?" Maximilian's suppressed voice echoed before Evangeline could finish her words.
He slowly moved towards her, dragging his limp body using nothing but his hand.
"M-my Lord, please don't move," Evangeline pleaded. "Your injuries will only get worse."
Maximilian ignored her pleas. Once he reached her, he pushed himself onto his knees, sitting opposite her.
"What do you mean, Maximilian?" the Sovereign demanded.
"If the daughter-in-law of the Almighty Sovereign, the conquerer the oceans, lands, and mountains, becomes a slave, the whole world will laugh at you."
The golden eyes of the dragon in the sky sharpened, shock evident within them.
"You mean..."
The Sovereign's words stopped mid-sentence as Maximilian suddenly pulled out a glass bottle filled with shimmering black liquid from his storage pouch.
