Yianni’s voice sliced through the tension, icy and defiant. “What do you think will happen if we decide to take action, Dravon War King?”

Youcef’s laughter erupted, dripping with mockery. “Oh? It seems we’ll have to raze the Forladtt Land. Shall I give it a try?”

The threat was unmistakable.

Wyot’s eyes widened in shock. After a brief pause, he sprang into action, landing directly in front of the group of Holy Maidens and blocking their path.

James and the others descended from the void, appearing behind Wyot.

“Who dares to block our Holy Maidens' path? Do you have a death wish?” an imposing middle-aged man, clad in vibrant armor, boomed as he emerged from the group of guards.

Upon seeing Wyot, the man’s demeanor shifted to scornful amusement. “Oh? Look who it is. It’s the impartial Dravon War King, the so-called pillar of the empire.”

Wyot’s face darkened. “Where did these women come from, Maginsa?”

Maginsa Dozzelli looked at him and replied nonchalantly, “These are prisoners