"Did I ever tell you that fighting is what I do best?"
Arrogant, confident, and murderous.
Each word, pressed with a dangerous undertone.
The words, intangible yet turned into a whip, striking them mercilessly, their whole bodies unable to stop trembling, every nerve quaking, an indescribable fear permeating throughout.
She was beautiful.
Yet like a bloodthirsty Wraith Lachlan.
"..."
Minister Robbins, closest to her and directly facing this aura, felt his legs weaken; if not for his forceful support, he would truly have fallen.
A girl in her twenties—
How was this aura cultivated?!
At this moment, Minister Robbins was the only one among everyone present who could speak. Though shocked, he forced himself to step forward and asked.
"Master Scott, what's going on here?"
Sweat beaded on Minister Robbins's palms, but his expression remained composed, not showing a hint of panic, his tone quite calm as he inquired.
"..."
