บท 1262: Coercion

Varian's killing intent lingered around Baldur. No one else was able to percieve it save for the man it was targetted at.

'Big brother, I'm not trying to betray you! You still have those crazy clips of mine.' Baldur wanted to smash his head on the asteroid to prove his undying loyalty.

He'd have done so if only it didn't complicate the already complicated situation.

Composing his mind, Baldur's gaze towards the envoys hardened. "Prince of Pala Kingdom, the 4th candidate of the crown, I, Baldur, accept your humble greetings."

The atmosphere changed in a few words.

Baldur knew he was weak. So, he used his lineage and the merit recognized by the king himself to exalt himself.

"…Greetings, Your Highness."

"May your enemes have sleepless nights."

"Glory be yours."

No matter how begrudging they were, the three envoys lowered their heads, placed their fists over their hearts, and greeted him in a formal tone.