Poison

“At the very least, I believe the possibility of you leaving in my presence isn’t very large,” Hendrick glanced at the elders of the Council, specifically at Mountainsea’s mother, but she was expressionless and made no move to help. This caused him to frown; without her help, it would be difficult to kill the Sword Saint. It was one thing to defeat a person of such power, but another entirely to kill them.

“Me leaving? You misunderstand. If I don’t return from Klandor, my Empress will immediately come bearing down on your Sacred Tree Empire.”

“Do you think the threat of war can let you do whatever you want?” Hendrick asked softly.

“No, but it can stop you from doing whatever you want. Mountainsea is still a student of mine, I have to take care of her.”

Hendrick fell into thought for...