Leo stood his ground, though his arm was already beginning to protest the weight of the sword.
Holding a cool pose was significantly harder when your triceps were screaming that they hadn't signed up for a gym session mid-kidnapping.
Valeroth's face went through multiple shades, shifting from a pale rage to a vein-popping purple.
"You... a mere ant... dare to threaten me with my son's life?"
'Your son?' Behind the mask, Leo's grin widened.
He knew that the captive was someone important to the Nephilim, but he hadn't expected him to be a prince.
Didn't that mean his bargaining chip had become much stronger in an instant? With that realization, his confidence shot through the roof.
Beside him, Kaelus adjusted his grip on the unconscious young man, accidentally bumping the hostage's head against his knee.
Thud...
"Oops," Kaelus whispered. He quickly shrugged and pretended like nothing had happened, whistling innocently.
