The air around Javier shifted.
His grin faded.
His eyes darkened.
Then—
A pressure surged from him.
A cold, oppressive aura that made the very air feel heavier.
For the first time—
The Amazarak girl felt it.
Pure killing intent.
Javier tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable.
Then—his voice dropped to a dangerous tone.
"People from one of my villages were killed. Slaughtered before my eyes…"
His fists clenched.
His mana flared slightly, making the ground crack beneath him.
"…Because of those 'Saint of Three Kingdoms' bastards."
A brief silence followed.
He took a step forward.
The girl flinched.
Javier's voice grew sharper, colder.
"Do you think I'll let a mistake like that happen again?"
The girl's breath hitched.
She gritted her teeth, her instincts screaming at her to move.
Javier's aura grew even heavier.
His eyes widened slightly—not in surprise—
But in pure intimidation.
"Your people might be strong in other human regions."
