As I moved, I could feel my vision sharpening.
How do my pupils look right now?
Theyâre probably similar to the Palace Lordâs.
[â¦Huh?]
The Palace Lordâs eyes widened as he saw me.
Looking straight at his face, I spoke.
âIf you so much as lay a finger on meâforget rebellion or anything elseâyouâll die by my hand first. Understand?â
[Ha-ha.]
I stepped closer, radiating heat, and the Palace Lord let out a chuckle.
What could he possibly find amusing? The sight of it only fueled my anger.
[Do you think you can really do that?]
Even if his strength had weakened due to the curse, he was still the Palace Lord.
As someone who once ruled over an entire region, he had an aura I could instinctively recognize.
The Palace Lord was stronger than me.
Overwhelmingly so.
But even so.
âSo what?â
So what if he was stronger?
Hwaruk.
Energy swirled around my hand.
It coalesced and rotated, forming a flame jade in my palm within moments.
âAnd so, you think I should bow down to you?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
My temper was too foul for that. Iâd already held back more than enough.
Besides.
âI donât consider anyone who touches my people to be human.â
No matter how strong they were, if they dared to lay a hand on what was mine, I would hunt them down to the end and tear their throat out.
Even if it were a so-called âgod,â whose existence I could neither confirm nor deny.
The blue-tinged flame jade spun incessantly in my hand.