As I took steps, a sensation swirled in my eyes.
What would my pupils look like right now?
They’re probably similar to the Palace Lord’s.
[…Huh?]
Seeing this, the Palace Lord’s eyes widened.
Looking at his face, I said.
“If you lay even a fingertip on them. Rebellion or whatever. You’ll die by my hands first. Got it?”
[Haha.]
As I approached while emitting heat, the Palace Lord lets out a laugh.
What’s so funny? Seeing that only made me angrier.
[Do you think you can do that?]
No matter how weakened by the curse, the opponent is the Palace Lord.
He was the ruler of a region, and I could instinctively tell.
That the Palace Lord is stronger than me.
Overwhelmingly so.
Even so.
“So what.”
What does that matter.
Whoosh.
Energy wraps around my hand.
The energy clumps and rotates, and in an instant, a flame prison forms on my palm.
“So, do I have to grovel to you?”
My temper is too bad for that.
I’ve already held back…