"Buddy, not only do you all not wish to go to war with the Royal Court, but the Royal Court itself has no plans to provoke you."
Right now, a group of men in gray suits had already caught up. They picked up hand crossbows, firearms, and other weapons, pointing them at Losa and Kurs behind him, fully prepared.
"If you surrender, I can guarantee your safety and arrange an honorable escort out of the country."
Not wanting to start a war is one thing.
But the Elite Wolf Race absolutely won't allow Losa to move freely on the wolf territory.
"Looks like we'll have to see who's the real deal in a fight."
Losa sighed somewhat helplessly, thinking he could avoid the battle with just words; he was certainly too naive.
Immediately, black dragon scales rapidly emerged on his skin surface, and where his feet stepped, water boiled, rising into thin mist, while Kurs silently melted into a pool of blood, merging into Losa's shadow.
A terrifying pressure swept out like a tornado.
