章 550: Cold

Isemeine pouted her lips when she heard Ryu's words. She knew that this was what he had said he wanted to do, but she hadn't thought that he was actually serious. Shouldn't he be doing his best to hide himself away? Why did he want such a spotlight now? 

When Ryu had been speaking to Zenavey, Isemeine thought that he was just fooling around. But now it turned out that her wagon had been hitched to a madman. 

"This…" The Elders were stunned. 

Isemeine cleared her throat, trying her best to force an ingratiating smile. 

"Can you change your mind?" She said with as sweet a voice as she could muster. 

"No." Ryu said plainly. 

"But…" Isemeine bit her lip. "… We already have a Throne…"

How could the Martial Gods not already have a Throne?

Imagine for a moment that you were a hostile threat to a new world you were trying to take hold of. What would you do in that instance?