"Just a mere Tier-One Divine Chosen daring to sneak in here… You truly don't know how to spell the word death. I can't even be bothered to act personally."
Florine chuckled softly, then clapped her hands in a bewitching manner. "Divine Chosen Guard, heed my command."
Phield instinctively stepped back, slowly withdrawing from the battlefield while keeping his eyes fixed on every movement of the catgirl.
"Divine Chosen Guard… interesting."
The so-called Divine Chosen Guard was a special troop type granted to a lord through their contracted Divine Chosen.
Just like how Ashina had provided him with fifty Tier-One Wolf Rider slots—but without giant wolves, he couldn't appoint them. As for someone as well-established as Simon, such an awkward situation clearly wouldn't happen.
"Don't move! Otherwise I'll slit his throat!"
Sylvia shouted a threat, but Florine remained unmoved, not even blinking.
Phield shook his head as well.
Such childish threats could never scare anyone.
