535 You Wouldn't Dare...
"Then, we will take our leave, Your Excellency. It's a pity that we couldn't discuss cooperation," Mortimer politely said with a bow, but he still didn't recognize Vaan as a deity but just a powerful person.
At the same time, he paid specific attention to Marc, who was about to erupt, thinking he had it all figured out.
However, little did he know, his thoughts couldn't escape Vaan's cold, calculating eyes.
"Fuck! Are we really leaving just like that, Lord Mortimer?! Didn't you hear what the person just said?! Do you have no spine?" Marc criticized Mortimer before pointing his shaking finger at Vaan, evidently scared but still determined.
"Do you really think yourself a god? You're just someone who got lucky and befriended the almighty and revered dragons! If we had the same opportunities to meet the dragons, do you really think we would lose to you?!"
"I think you've grown too arrogant because you have the dragons backing you! However, I should have you know our mighty empire worships the dragons! They'll definitely choose us over you! How dare you threaten us!" Marc barked with confidence the more he spoke.
He was so insolent and brazen in his words that Mortimer and the rest of the group were shocked by them.
The Great Ratholos Empire had extensive knowledge of dragons and their sub-species. Thus, they figured out that the Rank 5 Red Dragons that assisted the Black Rose Kingdom in the war were relatively young among their species.
As such, many people within the Great Ratholos Empire believed that even stronger red dragons were hidden somewhere in the world.
After all, if the young adult dragons were already mighty Rank 5 beings, how powerful were the adult dragons?
Then, there were also the senior dragons, lord dragons, and possibly the chief dragons!
The tribe of red dragons was definitely a force to be reckoned with!
If they were willing to assist the Black Rose Kingdom, there was definitely a chance for the humans to befriend them, too!
Such a hidden superpower was crucial for the survival of Pangea in the face of Gehenna's invasion!
Nevertheless, there was no solid evidence to back Marc's claim.
While it was true that Rank 5 Red Dragons appeared to assist the Black Rose Kingdom in the war against the Holy Knight Empire, the exact reason was still unclear.
For all they knew, the red dragons could have chosen to make their appearance to ward away the foreign invaders and stop them from disturbing their lands.
The Sun God being a friend of the red dragons was only an unfound rumor recently becoming popular and mostly accepted as the truth by the general populace.
However, no one could even figure out where the source of the rumor came from.
"Hahaha... How dare I threaten you?" Vaan started laughing with a ridiculing look before he shook his head.
"No, no, no. You got it all wrong. That was just a piece of advice. However, if you don't stop pointing that finger, I will kill you where you stand."
"Now, that was a threat. See the difference?" Vaan calmly pointed out.
"Hmph!" Marc snorted before smiling brazenly with his finger still pointing at the Sun God.
He had been provoking the so-called Sun God, but so far, all the Sun God did was pressure them with his power and try to shoo them away.
"Even if you are powerful, I don't believe you would dare to kill the envoys of a rival emp-"
Poof!
Before Marc could finish his smug remark, his whole body was combusted into blue flames and reduced to black ashes.
Mortimer and his men stared intently as Marc was burned to death. Afterward, they stared back and forth between the residual blue flames and Vaan.
Where was the magic staff? Where was the feminine appearance? Where was the flow of magic?
There was truly a man who could command the power of fire at will without becoming a wizard. Perhaps he was the Sun God, as the Holy Knight Empire believed!
Only such a being dared to kill another country's representative!
"Your Divinity, this rude man was someone who tagged along at the request of an acquaintance of mine. He did not represent us nor our intentions," Mortimer didn't hesitate to say the words he had prepared in advance, making his group's stance clear from Marc's.
"Apparently not," Vaan casually acknowledged, allowing Mortimer's group to relax for a moment. But then, he gripped their hearts with his following words, "However, he did accompany you, and you did let him act as he pleased."
"Don't think that I didn't notice that, Mr. Envoy. You must think I am a fool because I am very strong. Not everyone is a muscle brain like your people. However, I am merciful enough to spare all of you. So, get lost."
"Next time the Great Ratholos Empire wants something, have the emperor come see me himself," Vaan coolly stated.
"I..."
Mortimer was given time to respond before Vaan waved his hand at them. In that instant, the space in front of them immediately twisted and distorted in a circular formation. It closed in on his group rapidly and devoured them.
"Your Divinity, was it too much to kill them?" Minister Mistral asked with concern.
"Sometimes, such extreme measures must be exercised in order to force out the scheming rats in hiding, even if it means risking a war with another country," Vaan casually stated.
'Did you capture everything, Zodreg,' Vaan asked shortly after.
'All perfectly recorded, Supreme Leader, Zodreg answered, making an 'ok' gesture with one of his front legs as he monitored the hidden recording artifacts through a magic screen. 'But did we really need to record such a trivial incident?'
'No matter how trivial, it's always good to record any incident. You never know when they might be useful,' Vaan nonchalantly replied.
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Meanwhile, before Mortimer's group could understand what had happened to them, they passed through a tunnel of chaotic space and exited outside the palace. During their short passage, they suffered all kinds of cuts and battering in the chaotic space.
By the time they landed outside the palace's eastern gates, they were filled with bleeding wounds and broken limbs.
"Uh..." the wounded group groaned on the ground.
At the same time, a person in white robes approached them, casting a shadow over them as the person blocked some of the sunlight with their tall body.
"Oh, my... How did this happen to the esteemed envoys of the Great Ratholos Empire? Please let me take you back to our temple to treat your wounds," the person said in a feminine voice.
Mortimer glanced up and tried to identify the white-robed man.
"Someone from the Sun God Temple?"
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