บท 471: Disrespect

Furious, the lady attempted to rise from her seat, but a firm grip on her wrist stopped her. She turned to find Todo staring at her with cold determination in his eyes. Despite Derek's arrogance and disrespect, there was an unwavering resolve in Todo's gaze, a determination to protect the young boy who held a unique position in their tribe.

Derek leaned forward, his voice tinged with intensity. "So, let me ask you this," he began, his eyes locked onto hers. "If an eight-year-old, hailing from a low-tier bloodline, had approached your tribe a few years ago, claiming that the empires of the central continent would soon launch an attack, all without concrete evidence, would you have believed them?" His hands slammed onto the wooden table, and he rose from his chair, his purple eyes blazing with fervor.