"Yes, I am," the Emperor of the Achaemenid Empire said with an amicable smile. "As expected of the general of my empire, you even survived such a terrifying attack."
"..."
Zarek stared at the man with an expressionless face.
The man's mere presence was oppressive, so overwhelming that one could feel a crushing pressure just by looking at him.
And yet, the green-haired man wearing a crown stood there, smiling pleasantly, as if he weren't radiating that dreadful presence.
For a moment, Zarek didn't know what to say, if there was even anything he could say. He felt a little flustered, partly because of the overwhelming presence, and partly because of the man's gentle smile. It was a complete contrast to the terrifying aura he exuded.
Zarek bent to one knee and bowed his head in a formal salute he had learned from Melissa.
"I greet the Emperor of the Achaemenid Empire, Kaeric, the man of myths."
