"Hasn't the time for surrender come yet?" the new third-rank lord smiled, proud of the power he possessed.
Princess Monali stood several meters before him.
Her body could barely remain upright. Exhaustion had overtaken her, and she breathed deeply just to steady herself.
"I will allow you to become my wife."
"Haa!" Jalja gasped from behind him.
"Your wife?" she said angrily.
"Yes. And you will be my wife as well. A lord of my rank needs more than one woman."
The girl did not reply, but the expression on her face spoke for her.
The lord paid her no attention.
Monali, standing before him, gave no response either. To her, those words were nothing but the foolish ramblings of a foolish man.
All that occupied her mind was how to defeat him.
"Third rank… what terrifying power," the princess muttered.
"The moment he advanced, his strikes became more violent while consuming far less accumulation… and nearly all his physical attributes have evolved."
She looked inward.
