Stepping out of Moliat's wooden cabin, Horn's footsteps on the stairs felt heavier.
It was unclear whether Horn was being overly gentle or if Moliat had entered a rebellious phase.
At this moment, Moliat seemed prickly for some reason.
Though it's uncertain how much Moliat had truly listened, the power difference between both sides was significant.
While Moliat was stubborn, she was not merely a spoiled second-generation aristocrat.
The Broken Stone Primordial People, though superior in numbers, theoretically had much greater power than Moliat.
But in Horn's view, the Broken Stone Primordial People might have their hands full and swords at their waists, yet only two fingers could actually move.
Moliat, on the other hand, might have only one hand, but it was clenched into a fist with all its fingers.
Winning was possible, but the first fear was the high maintenance costs of stability, and the second was Moliat's growing arrogance and pride.
