Yet, of all the fearless, reckless men they had encountered, neither Aspen nor Chantelle had ever seen anyone as stubbornly arrogant as Andrew.

Both women were completely stunned, wondering where he even got the guts to say things like that.

In this world, commoners fear officials—but officials? They fear the men with guns—the military. However, here was Andrew, treating a colonel like Xavier as if he were worthless weeds.

It was utter madness—like a sparrow challenging an eagle, a lamb taunting a wolf. It was sheer recklessness bordering on suicide.

With a thunderous swoosh, Xavier's massive broadsword came crashing down with enough force to split boulders and level trees.

Just the murderous pressure from that swing made Chantelle's face go pale. She was starting to doubt if she could even stand up to Xavier herself. After all, Andrew looked like he was about to be torn in half by that blade.

What infuriated her even more was that, at the height of danger, Andrew just st