Lokiviria spoke in a booming, arrogant voice.
As a lord risen from among billions of insectfolk to reach the apex, it was impossible for him to be a fool. No matter how well Rowena tried to hide her intentions—no matter how cautious she was—he had clearly picked up on the clues. Yet, he simply didn't care.
In Lokiviria's mind, having his powerful son kill that giant one day seemed far more fitting—an even greater demonstration of insectfolk superiority.
Meanwhile, Rowena felt her hands and feet go cold, an icy dread seeping through her body.
Only moments ago, a lord had fixed his gaze on her, and she felt as though she'd died on the spot. That sense of powerlessness, of being at someone else's mercy, made Rowena realize she'd been too reckless—that she'd made a misstep. A lord wasn't someone a mere hero-level individual like her could manipulate.
"Rowena, keep it together. The lord before you is a Legendary-level fighter—being his woman means you're safe."
