For a moment, Charles had no idea what to do. He never thought that War Legate Draco would order his execution.

Watching Blade walking toward him with a short blade in hand, Charles panicked and begged, "War Legate Draco, have mercy. P-Please forgive me for my rash behavior!”

Adrian chuckled and asked, "What’s the matter? Not going to bring up St. Elmer's Church anymore?"

Charles was on the verge of tears. He had only wanted to appear impressive in front of the legate. He never expected to be completely disregarded.

He sweated profusely and trembled as he stammered, "I-I was wrong, sir. P-Please forgive me for being rude to you."

"Are you scared?" Adrian asked, but Charles did not respond.

Seeing this, Adrian sat down and said, "Fine. I’ll give you a chance on account of Saint Elmer’s contributions. Now, where’s Kayn Cross?"

Charles gulped and said, "Those of the church would never dare get involved in a war between Wyvern Peak and Internal Affairs. I—"

“Just answer my question